It wasn’t my hair

Almost every Sunday morning I go to church and then to the market.  It’s a regular routine I’ve had for at least 20 years.  It started when my kids went to CCD after Mass and I had an hour and fifteen minutes to kill before I had to pick them up.  It worked out fine as I would be able to shop on the first day of the sales and have fresh food to pack lunches for the week.

The kids are grown and live elsewhere but I still go to the market Sunday mornings.  I typically see some of the same people there every week.  Evidently it’s their routine as well.

Usually I see one of the office people from my doctor’s office there with her husband.  Sometimes we just say ‘Hi” and other times we talk for a few minutes.

The last time I saw Sherry she remarked that she really liked my hair and asked who cut/highlighted it.  She went on and on about the color and style.  I hadn’t done anything different to it for a several weeks but she was sure I changed something.

Want to know what I did?

I got new glasses.

My old glasses just disappeared on my face.  Silhouette Titan Dynamics.

Silhouette-Titan_Dynamics_6777-6054

My new glasses don’t.  Fysh Urban Eyewear #3458 brown and lime.

Fysh-glasses

I love them.  Maybe I’ll let you see them on my face sometime.

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