In-N-Out Comfort Zone

Bill's new glasses came in.  He's not big on showing off, so it was tricky getting a shot.

Especially when one pair are a little out of his comfort zone, because they are different than any glasses he's ever worn before.  I could tell he didn't like them, and thought, perhaps, my services as his stylist would no longer be requested or desired.

He liked the second pair, since they were "similar, but updated" to his previous glasses.

He didn't even show the girls his out-of-my-comfort-zone pair for a couple of days.  I was worried that they would hate them too, causing me to question my ability to assist with eye glass selection.  Which would also mean that, thanks to my encouragement, we wasted some hard-earned money on glasses that would most likely end up buried deep at the bottom of a 72-hour emergency kit, hanging in the far recesses of the basement, hopefully never to be needed or seen again.

The girls liked them.  Phew.

But if Bill will actually wear them is another story.  I'm sure it will be a gradual process, so as not to draw undue attention to himself.  Maybe he'll wear them while cleaning the garage, or working in the yard.  Perhaps on a Sunday evening.  Possibly even to watch TV in bed.

Now he just needs a new hair style.  The girls thought maybe a faux hawk or a buzz?  

(Don't worry, it will never happen, he's just so fun to tease.)