What was the last thing you found?

While pulling my iron out of the closet to iron fabric for a doll bed, I discovered an old pair of glasses as they tumbled to the floor (we live in a very small house, so our hall closet contains just about everything from towels to the iron to seeds to old eye glasses). I put them on. The prescription is old, but not too old, and they are not as scratched as my current pair. My contacts have just not been sitting well with me.

I've worn glasses or contacts since sixth grade, so twenty years. I can trace my sense of fashion and even sense of self through my changing frames, like the era I only wore contacts and wouldn't be seen in glasses except in emergencies. This pair I have on now with its dark, boxy frames marks the time in my life when I was pregnant and birthed a baby and then learned how to be a mom of an infant.

I went to dinner wearing them, and my now three-year-old daughter asked "What kind of glasses are you wearing?" My husband said I look like an author in them. Which is funny, because I am an author.

Maybe by finding these glasses I am coming full circle. I am owning being a mother and an author.

Or maybe I'm just looking at the world a little differently, with a nearly imperceptible blur, but more clearly than I do through scratched lenses and dried out contacts.  If it were a dream where I found and put on and old pair, I would say I was seeing the world through an old but updated view. I like that idea. I've needed a little shift in my metaphorical vision, and I think these glasses can offer just that.