Sarah Brightman's playing on my new Bose speakers, a purchase I'd contemplated for some months now, and I'm so glad I finally ordered them a few weeks ago. WHAT a sound they put out. MMMM. And think I've written about how very important music is in my life. But so are my eyes. Incredibly so. My mum is paranoid about her eyes, always has been, and we've all scoffed a bit, rolled our eyes and not paid too much attention over the years. And yet.
This past Fall I had quite the scare with my eyesight, and had to get some "holes" laser "stitched" up by one of Windsor/Detroit's best, if the not the best, ophthalmologists. I now have to see him on a regular basis (lovely- - regular pupil dilation, can't wait) and as a result, my mum's fears have become, well, let's say I can suddenly relate all too well.
Okay, what's the point of this picture? Look closely (you can, so be thankful you can!) and notice the three, yes three, pairs of glasses on the quilt. One, the scotch-taped set, is my Made in France $650 German digital lenses progressive pair, with a broken arm, broken after just one and a half years wearing them. I love these glasses. Love. With only a one-year warranty on the frame from the small business where I bought them, grrr. They do not line up quite right now for my vision, and I get a bit of eye strain, but
Sometimes I wear the green ones, which I also love, but which are two pairs older than my beloved progressives and NOT progressive, so if I'm doing fine work or reading (both of which is just about always) then I prop the blue ones (newly purchased a few weeks ago at SteinMart on buy one, get one free, because my other reading glasses were +1.25 and I suddenly now need +2.25, sigh) ... I prop the blue ones on the end of my nose, over top of the green ones... are you getting the picture?? Rather hilarious, but not exactly.
Anyhow, I rejoice in the blue skies of Florida, the sunshine, the greenery that surrounds me, the flowers, salmon hibiscus, red bougainvillea, hedges of glowing white jasmine, and trees that are blooming, pink, yellow, lavender, red, all the winter long. I relish the riot of colour in fabrics, the richness that I can almost taste in these "Follow Your Heart" line of fabrics in "Hidden in Plaid Sight". I'm replaying, reliving in my mind, as I quilt, the final episode of "Downton Abbey" that I just watched. How I love that show.
Sight. I am so thankful for my eyes. May they be healthy for the rest of my life. And Mum? I get it.