When The Mom Gets Purple Glasses

My vision is pretty good. Better than most 50 year old women.  I need glasses when I drive at night or when we get nosebleed seating. My 5 years old, 8$ on line prescription glasses broke, finally, they were hanging on by a pin anyway.  So yesterday I asked the optician how much money the insurance will pay towards new glasses...he pointed to one single row of plastic frames, out of a wall of frames.  It really didn't matter too much to me what they looked like, I would only be wearing them when I drive. The first pair I tried on, the cheapest, but purple, looked OK.  Good enough anyway. Took about 30 seconds to decide. While I was waiting for the clerk to place the order I texted my husband and my daughter. She is the art major daughter who probably had that color hair at one time in her life. So I wrote, "I got purple glasses." Well this must have sounded completely radical! They texted back immediately with a host of questions. What? Purple? For you? Are you going to wear them everyday?  I guess this must have totally upset the apple cart.  I know I am very predictable. I have used the same  #24 medium brown hair dye for years, flats never heals, no more than 2 drinks at a time...and this new information was throwing them for a loop. That is just amazing to me, that in this age of immunity to shock, my new purple glasses could be such a shocker!