On Monday of next week I have an optician’s appointment. This is something I’ve been putting off for, ohh, I don’t know… more than 6 years I would say. I last went to the optician in 2003. I didn’t have a great experience. Boots at Piccadilly told me I did need glasses. Specsavers on Tottenham Court Road (I went for a second opinion) told me I didn’t.
That experience left me somewhat skeptical about the glasses and opticians industry in this country.
I can read OK. I can use a screen OK. I can drive OK.
However, things ‘at distance’ don’t look particularly sharp. It’s not that things are terribly blurred. It’s more that they don’t look ‘sharp’. So we’ll see. My colleagues are in perpetual tease mode, convinced I will need glasses. I’m not so sure. I may still be borderline and able to go without.
Perhaps my look is about to change. I’m gong to a salon soon to sort out my hair. It hasn’t been cut in almost 2 months. The barber I went to last time did something of a hatchet job. It’s now totally all over the place. I’m getting repeated “dragged out of a hedge backwards” looks when I take my cycling helmet off.
The style I’m after is long on top, possibly with a 1930s side-parting, but very short around the back and sides. Possibly risqué for a professional services environment but hey – life’s too short to be too conservative. This is the only job I’ve been in over the last 10 years in which I can dress smart casual and they seem to laud individuality (there are some very quirkily dressed people here, including one of the two people who work for me).
So perhaps it’s time for a reinvention.