Time to go to the optometrist. Yes yes I've been saying that for a while now; I was hoping to outlast the fashion for rectangular retro-National-Health post-horn-rims that I just know are going to make me look like a serial killer. But when you inadvertently type 'that' as 'shat' and then don't see it while you're proofreading, the whole necessity thing ramps up a notch.
You just have to stick to your guns in the optometrist and pick the ones you like. Or say loudly 'I look awful!' in everything they offer you that is square (it doesn't suit me either). Or buy old glasses with good frames in the oppyshoppy.
Back in the days when my eyes were perfectly fine but my fingers were occasionally mutinous I had to be VERY careful when typing 'The Paramount Shirt Factory'. One of those R's is absolutely VITAL.
And I have hung on to the same specs frames through half a dozen lens changes - they are titanium, cost a BOMB, and are so light and comfy.
This made my day. It's actually a really cheerful post. I read it to my daughter who laughed as well, the proofreading thing is very funny. Why not leave it for the proofreader/editor, if it's being printed—they love this sort of stuff (and usually don't miss it).
I agree with LS, resisting all pressure is the best strategy, and going to an optometrist where it's possible to try the frames without having to ask.
I so know what you mean about the specs. Either I look like I tragically want to be an architect, or like I'm about to cast them aside, unbutton my blouse, and have an "Aviance night" (is that the correct spelling? I can hear the jingle but can't remember the text). I've given up on trying to be nice to my own optometrist and buy specs there, as sod's law is that they will never have what I need. I get the script printed out, then trek until I find about the two pairs in Sydney that aren't auditioning for Mad Men. Long hard experience suggests OPSM has the best range -- and the assistants with the best eye for matching face to frames. Delia
Disagree about OPSM - they always try to guide me to the Designer Frames and I've given up on them. I go to an excellent suburban optometrist in Sydney - two women in partnership, on the optometrist and the other the frontwoman and frame fitter. There are lots of interesting but not OTT frames around if you can find them.
I've been sweet and I've been good, and I've been good. I've had a whole full day of motherhood, but I'm gonna have an Aviance night... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yd9gQkikr50 (sorry: have forgotten how to link)
Actually, there must have been another ad, as I distinctly remember, with Delia, a woman in an office replacing her jacket with a shawl and similarly heading out into the aviance night. Presumably she was wearing glasses, too.
I have a round face and small glasses look terrible so I headed over to the sunglasses and picked a frame that looked great and I made them put my prescription lens in. They weren't happy but I got my way.
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You just have to stick to your guns in the optometrist and pick the ones you like. Or say loudly 'I look awful!' in everything they offer you that is square (it doesn't suit me either). Or buy old glasses with good frames in the oppyshoppy.
Back in the days when my eyes were perfectly fine but my fingers were occasionally mutinous I had to be VERY careful when typing 'The Paramount Shirt Factory'.
One of those R's is absolutely VITAL.
And I have hung on to the same specs frames through half a dozen lens changes - they are titanium, cost a BOMB, and are so light and comfy.
Gae, in Callala Bay
I think Trinny & Susannah mentioned something about Great Uncle Bulgaria in relation to the rectangular-shaped glasses phase.
If you've made it into your mid-50s without glasses, you've done pretty well, what with all this reading and so on.
This made my day. It's actually a really cheerful post. I read it to my daughter who laughed as well, the proofreading thing is very funny. Why not leave it for the proofreader/editor, if it's being printed—they love this sort of stuff (and usually don't miss it).
I agree with LS, resisting all pressure is the best strategy, and going to an optometrist where it's possible to try the frames without having to ask.
I so know what you mean about the specs. Either I look like I tragically want to be an architect, or like I'm about to cast them aside, unbutton my blouse, and have an "Aviance night" (is that the correct spelling? I can hear the jingle but can't remember the text). I've given up on trying to be nice to my own optometrist and buy specs there, as sod's law is that they will never have what I need. I get the script printed out, then trek until I find about the two pairs in Sydney that aren't auditioning for Mad Men. Long hard experience suggests OPSM has the best range -- and the assistants with the best eye for matching face to frames. Delia
Disagree about OPSM - they always try to guide me to the Designer Frames and I've given up on them. I go to an excellent suburban optometrist in Sydney - two women in partnership, on the optometrist and the other the frontwoman and frame fitter. There are lots of interesting but not OTT frames around if you can find them.
I've been sweet and I've been good, and I've been good. I've had a whole full day of motherhood, but I'm gonna have an Aviance night...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yd9gQkikr50 (sorry: have forgotten how to link)
Actually, there must have been another ad, as I distinctly remember, with Delia, a woman in an office replacing her jacket with a shawl and similarly heading out into the aviance night. Presumably she was wearing glasses, too.
I have a round face and small glasses look terrible so I headed over to the sunglasses and picked a frame that looked great and I made them put my prescription lens in. They weren't happy but I got my way.
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