Well, I turned yet another corner into old age yesterday when I got my first pair of bifoc---, I mean "progressive" lenses. To say I DESPISE wearing glasses is a vast understatement, but after a glorious run in the contact lens department (1993-2003) my eyes simply gave out. It wasn't that my prescription was no longer suitable (it was perfect for it, in fact, as I'm far-sighted and could wear a mild +1.75 to be able to read without interfering with my distance). My right eye just rebelled on me and the mere mention of a contact would cause it to ooze, water and turn red. As I enter the Progressive Age, I can't help but smile thinking about how I used to wear fake glasses all the time in high school because I thought they looked so cool. By the time I turned 24, I had my first "real" pair, but really only wore them when I felt like it. By my late 20s I needed them, so immediately got contacts. Since then it's been a revolving door of frames that I've never really liked. From my perspective, no matter what you do, the glasses just become too much the focus of anybody's face. (I happen to like my face just fine without some big decoration on it!) You either look like you're trying too hard, or you like you're too serious -- or most of the time, a little of both. But as much as I hate wearing glasses, I REALLY LOVE being able to see. So while I'm not thrilled with my latest frames (they're nearly identical to the ones I've been wearing since I turned 40 only a little more narrow), this bottom reading lens (with an extra +1.25) is about the greatest thing ever! I found out just how great when I was actually able to read the paper on the subway platform last night after work without standing directly under one of the lights. (I know, I probably needed these a year or two ago!) So for now, I'm as happy as I "can" be. Let's just hope that weird spot on my left retina doesn't turn out to be anything serious (going to the specialist later in the month).
These tortoise shell frames weren't too bad, until Michael lit them on fire with a candle! (2004); right: I bought these thinking they were black and got home and realized they were blue, which matched my ego perfectly after realizing I was the new Sally Jesse Raphael