framed

Last night we attended a little blogger bash here in our Neighbourhood. It was my first ever social with fellow bloggers. I won't lie to you, it was weird. And I was nervous. And shy. It's so strange to meet someone for the first time yet know more about their thoughts and feelings than you ever would without this wonderful sharing-is-caring tool.

Over the past few months I've become exceptionally well acquainted with a wonderful girl going through a terrible break-up. She found some comfort and promise in my Beautiful Boy story and we started e-mailing a while back. It all culminated in meeting each other at the top of the stairs at 8.30pm last night! DT blew me away with her gorgeous, bubbly vibe and from there things went swimmingly. She introduced me to the lovely, sincere Roxilla, the vivacious Dolce, gregarious Kyknoord and smoothie Blade. There were other bloggers and friends there too but I just didn't manage to chat to everyone, being nervous and shy and all.

DT and Rox also had a purpose to the meeting, and some selfless reaching out and honestly making a difference is on the cards. Which is really amazingly karmic, as I've been feeling a seriously philanthropic urge to spend my blessed free hours on this earth to better avail...

But the point of this post is the frames. The red frames. The sexy red frames. Or rather the lack thereof. I mean, the blog is named after them! Yet they do not appear on any of my wedding photos, they aren't visible on my profile pic and I wasn't wearing them at the bash last night either. The thing is, I am not supposed to wear contact lenses, but I do, when vanity/insecurity/necessity prevails. And just to prove that the frames are real, not some imaginary spectacle or a false facade, some pictures for you. I love my little red ones, I really do!