So this happened:
Finally broke down and purchased my first pair of readers this weekend.
I tried on several adorable pairs at this precious little shop in Clifton. Stood in front of the mirror trying to decide. Asked YBW what he thought…helpful soul that he is said: I’m not use to seeing you with glasses.
They’re pretty cute…I can use them in low light when no matter how far away I hold things I still can’t read them…and the little fabric case matches the arms.
No shame in my readers game…I started wearing glasses in 1985. Great big Estelle Getty looking glasses, too. (For that I may feel a bit of shame.) Had LASIK in 2007. Best decision EVER! But that surgery caused the need for readers…I’ve held out for five years, though. I didn’t want to get them sooner than I really needed them and become reliant upon them. But when I catch myself tipping something into better light and having to hold it further away, I figure the time has come.
I’m not yet ready for a chain round my neck, but I suspect that’ll come in time.
Won’t change my sassy attitude.
I’m young enough to be sexy and old enough to not waste my time trying too hard.
It’s win win. In a damn cute pair of reading glasses.
It isn’t that bad until you have a pair in every room! Or multiple pairs. And have to upgrade strength.
I remember resisting for ages and ages.
I now do as the comment above – I have a pair in every room. Saves me having to remember where I put them.