First... I left my samples in the oven for what would be a run involving five different cycles of ramping to various temperatures and holding for various amounts of time that would add up to around 40 hours total... needless to say I programmed the oven and left. Well, I returned the next day to check on it and it said POWER FAILURE across the screen, so I go "Oh no! My samples!" and open the oven only to find my face greeted with 1300 degrees Celsius of blazing heat. HOOOOOLY crap. There is no way to adequately describe the awesomeness of that kind of heat assaulting you from 6 inches away.
My eyes still kind of hurt and my vision was blurry and watery for awhile... I am horrified there might be permanent damage, but Bahb assured me the same thing happened to him plenty when he used to fire his own pottery (have I ever bragged about his pottery?! It's beautiful and he gives me some from time to time!).
THEN! Then I noticed I didn't have my glasses in my purse and I remembered I was struggling to put them back in their case at the checkout at Target when I was buying a sun tea jar (I just HAD to have sun tea, didn't I?!). Since the sun tea jar was too big to carry with one hand, I guess I didn't notice in my fumblings that my glasses didn't make it into my purse.
By the time I noticed they were missing they were long gone. Even though they were prescription, they were still Ray Ban Wayfarers and the lady at Target broke it down for me when she said "look, many people have lost Ray Bans here, but none have ever made it to the lost and found."
People these days! I need those to SEEEEEE!
Button Up: H&M
Dress: Urban Outfitters (Nom de Plume)
Shoes: Jeffrey Campbells
Bangles: Forever 21
I need to rush off to get my hair cut and dyed right now. I am trying to grow it out, but I just want to cut it short so much. It will be an epic battle to see how long I hold out before I have an ultra-pixie again.
Also, I need to go get some glasses today! My old ones look terrible and make me dizzy. I'm kind of tearing up thinking about my old glasses, they were with me through a lot. They were tear-stained for months after a really bad break-up, but they were also cutely misshapen from falling asleep (in jamroom, duh!) countless happy, snuggly times with Bahb after watching marathon amounts of To Catch a Predator or The Office. Good or bad, they were my key to understanding and interacting with my world and I never would have imagined my connection with them would be this profound.
I'm literally tearing up! I mean, really? Who cries over lost glasses? It's like they were my security blankie... my reassuring comfort that no matter how random and strange my new "adult" life might become they would always be there and I would always look out from behind them unchanged.
As I sit here, squinting at the computer screen trying to see what I'm typing, I implore you, go hug and kiss your glasses, tell them how much you appreciate them.