I have recently learned that, without glasses, my eyesight once again does not meet the minimum requirement for driving. I had suspected this for a while: I go to a lot of concerts, as you know, and these days I have to don glasses to make out who is who. Otherwise I risk grinning at someone with whom my daughter is not that friendly. (Actually this shouldn’t be that difficult: clarinets don’t like flutes. They get along with saxes and oboes, but only just. And brass might as well be from Mars. You get my drift)
I am lucky to be entitled to a free annual eye test because my dad had glaucoma. So far I have inherited no trace of this painful disorder but I make sure I have the eye test, just in case.
This time, however, my marginal prescription, 15 years after Lasik changed my life, became a little more serious so instead of being mealy-mouthed and apologetic about my glasses I decided to go for a bold look:
Granted, there’s more than a trace of Amy Farrar Fowler from the Big Bang Theory to this look but it’s strong and bold and I like it.
Reasons to be happy to wear glasses:
- I can actually see stuff. Which comes in handy when driving; being at concerts: watching TV
- Being shortsighted means, thankfully, I can still see to put my make-up in the right place. I pity those poor folk who are longsighted and can’t.
- Being shortsighted with a very longsighted OH means that I can see up close to put on my make up but he has no idea how I look.
- Wearing glasses makes me look serious and intelligent and means that men are more likely to at least pretend they are looking at my face.
- My glasses cover up the bags and shadows under my eyes. Especially the sunnies. Useful.
- Wearing glasses highlights my cheekbones. Always useful when other things are rapidly going south.
- I feel able to wear prescription sunglasses indoors without looking like a divot. And when you are wearing sunglasses, you can watch people without them knowing.