This one is negative too, I think:
Hegarty explained to Guardian Australia how she made the connection with the Martu of Parnngurr.
“I spent 10 days with them, watching them paint in the art shed in the sweltering heat, occasionally singing a song for them, to their amusement. I am sure I was a sight for sore eyes, but they were very gracious and allowed me to witness their process.
And this one (I think!)
There was a sight for sore eyes when the eternally frustrating Chamakh crossed and Arshavin headed wide while the Russian drew a reaction stop from Roy Carroll.
And this one is ambiguous (you could argue it either way):
The first part of a relationship is a battle between vanity and practicality, regardless of gender. This isn’t just about not letting your new love see you without makeup – but about silently sprinting to the bathroom every morning to convince them that you wake up smelling of roses and tasting of Aquafresh. I’ve been in relationships where I’ve slept in my contacts and contracted conjunctivitis, because I feared the man would stop fancying me if they saw me in specs. After three months you stop worrying about being a sight for sore eyes, and just get sick of having sore eyes.
This one is ambiguous:
When I met Jasmin Dizdar for the first time at Cannes, he was a sight for sore eyes. And let me tell you, I was wearing shades at the time.
Dizdar soars so far over six foot you get vertigo just watching him rise out of his seat. That afternoon, however, he could barely stand up. True, his teeth hadn't yet turned green, the tell-tale symptom of the Curse of Cannes - rosé poisoning - but he was suffering from something much more insidious: liberal sympathy fatigue.