With new eyes
My new glasses insist that I wear eyeliner more often and have persuaded me to change the way I part my hair. I have become one of those fussy girls who plays with her hair all the time.
My new glasses have given me permission to smile less than I used to.
Mind you, as I had this thought while walking through Chelsea, a guy on the street said, "Miss, you've got a nice smile."
Drat! Foiled again.