That's pretty much what the ophthalmologist told me today--I don't need to wear glasses but I could. But when I saw how much sharper I see in the near eye, I realized it's time. Of course, since I had to get progressive lenses (when did I get so effing old?) I couldn't get the cute Nine West pair (the lens needed to be bigger). I did resist the Pradas the technician showed me. I ended up with the Kate Spade Madelyn in olive tortoise. Because picking out new glasses when you have dilated pupils and no bff to give approval is just what you want to do.
The good news is that the doctor saw my stitching--and I was stitching 40 count over one with no magnification (though my arms were waving about like I was playing the trombone)--and told me that I had to see the embroidered quilts at the Perelman Building at the Philadelphia Museum of Art. I'm pretty sure he's right.
Okay, I've cooked dinner in my sunglasses. When will my eyes return to normal?