So I know this isn’t exactly a win, but honestly… sometimes you just gotta laugh at yourself. I ordered new glasses because my prescription changed by a quarter. A quarter. I’m nearsighted, and apparently that tiny little upgrade was the difference between “competent adult” and “why is everything crooked.” I was making Mother’s Day shirts for my friend, using my trusty shirt ruler like a professional, and still managed to mess up two of her crewnecks. Perfectly slanted. Boldly diagonal. Avant‑garde fashion no one asked for. Luckily she’s a good friend and doesn’t care because I always replace anything I mess up and will be sent out later tonight and arrive before mother days of course. After the second disaster, I just looked at my husband and said, “Yeah… I’m putting my store on vacation mode until these new glasses arrive.” Temporary retirement for public safety. And the funniest part? This isn’t even new behavior. In high school, my social teacher couldn’t mark me wrong because my map of Canadian cities was so consistently off by exactly an inch that it technically counted as correct. I passed because I was predictably wrong. Honestly, iconic.her response to me back then was Shelby, do you need new glasses lmao.