aka 4 cotton balls and a band-aid.... (what Daya puts in her shoe for padding these days...)
Well of course Daya needs new pointe shoes again and she wanted yet another brand and yet another fitting. Her ballet teacher from last year, Ms Robyn, happens to work at the Gaynor Minden shop and we scheduled a fitting appointment which took a whole entire hour.
I do not know how anyone buys pointe shoes online or without a fitting. I really don't know.
Not unless they're older and their feet aren't changing. These shoes are at least $100 and often more (hers today were $135 but we got a Steps summer intensive discount which helped a lot) so getting the fit wrong is expensive!
She is so fortunate to live in NYC, which is the dance capital of the world.
Daya's feet seem to change every single time she gets a new pair. Pointe shoes are a whole entire universe of variations, which no one appreciates or cares about unless they are a dancer. (I do not care about pointe shoe variations. But I care about things like how long paint takes to dry so I can't talk.)
Dancers are their own entire subculture of humanity.
Well of course Daya needs new pointe shoes again and she wanted yet another brand and yet another fitting. Her ballet teacher from last year, Ms Robyn, happens to work at the Gaynor Minden shop and we scheduled a fitting appointment which took a whole entire hour.
I do not know how anyone buys pointe shoes online or without a fitting. I really don't know.
Not unless they're older and their feet aren't changing. These shoes are at least $100 and often more (hers today were $135 but we got a Steps summer intensive discount which helped a lot) so getting the fit wrong is expensive!
She is so fortunate to live in NYC, which is the dance capital of the world.
Daya's feet seem to change every single time she gets a new pair. Pointe shoes are a whole entire universe of variations, which no one appreciates or cares about unless they are a dancer. (I do not care about pointe shoe variations. But I care about things like how long paint takes to dry so I can't talk.)
Dancers are their own entire subculture of humanity.
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I'm going to talk about my eyes, well one of them, some more because this is my blog and eye stuff predominates right now.
There is still a lot of junk floating around my eye but as of yesterday it was improved enough to stop using the high contrast dark background accessibility settings at work.
And now.........as of yesterday........
Everything is WAY TOO BRIGHT. All light is too bright.
It all gives me a bit of that retinal after-image like when you look at a light that is too bright and then can't see afterwards. All lighting conditions.
All light is just so harsh and glar-ey. Too harsh. Even through sunglasses.
I'm hoping it isn't positive dysphotopsia which I learned about courtesy of Google.
I am hoping it is a temporary effect of less-than-usual amounts of light hitting my left eye over the last couple of weeks.
I am deeply hoping it just resolves itself with some time.
Additionally now that I am starting to use my left eye more normally, I am having a really hard time adjusting to no close-up focusing. I need some kind of multi-focal solution that isn't reading classes.
I want a contact lens. I want to try several contact lenses. I'm totally happy to keep wearing a hard contact lens, especially if it isn't a mandatory one, which it would not be. Old habits die hard sometimes; I'm still trying to take a contact lens out of my left eye but I can't because there isn't one.
I have to keep reminding myself that I had to have this surgery, it will be ok, it was only a matter of time no matter what. That cataract started growing fast.
I'm afraid to paint in case I can't do it properly anymore because my vision is so different, mainly with this harsh glar-ey light situation. I'm afraid to try and not be able to see properly to do it. That's not something I want to face. I'm scared because there was a blue thing in the corner at Steps yesterday and I couldn't see that it was blue through my left eye. Maybe it was the lighting I don't know, everything else seems fine with color but I could not see that blue and it was bright. I'm scared that the after-image all light gives me won't go away.
But the cataract was already really interfering with my painting so......
Monday will be 2 weeks since surgery and I'm hoping time will resolve this glare.
Daya is lucky. At her age her feet are going to change a lot and often.
ReplyDeleteYour eye will heal and all will be back to normal. Being an artist you are more sensitive to what you are seeing. Patience weedhopper.
I can't imagine wearing hard contact lenses. I wore hard for several years and then switched to soft when they came out. Loved them. So much more comfortable to me. Of course the soft ones don't take the punishment like hard ones. I was very young when I had hard lenses. I did stupid things with them and they survived. My soft ones didn't. ha..