There's no green on them; they're silver and just reflecting the vines outside my office window.
They're totally granny glasses, and I love them.
It's such a weird feeling to have such different frames after a decade with the last ones—which were totally non-stylish granny glasses themselves back when I got them, and then suddenly everyone had clunky dark frames. These are so comparatively light on my face that when I look in the mirror, I feel like I've just awakened from plastic surgery or something, because I look so different to myself.
That will last about three days, then back to wevsville.
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