four eyes February 19, 2006
Bassie and I went to the eye doctor today. As usual, my prescription had changed almost imperceptibly, and I resisted the temptation to weaken my eyes further by giving them what they wanted.
Bassie, however, needs reading glasses. A mix of happiness (”my little girl is going up”) and guilt (”what did I do to her to make her eyes dim at such a young age?”) ran through my body. I actually got choked up when the doctor handed me the script. I got even more choked up when Bassie chose frames that were “just like Mommy’s”.
Now I am contemplating getting contacts (”torque lens technology has improved so much in the last ten years; you’ll really find them quite comfortable” I was assured). It’s kind of a big step. My glasses have become so much of my identity. And I would still wear them most of the time. I just wonder if it’s too late; if I’ve become one of those people that you’d look at and think: “That face wants glasses.”
I also challenge AFers (not to be confused with MFers) to come up with as many pun-based glasses store names as they can think of. Off the top of my head, I know that already taken are: Four Eyes, See View, Vision Site. Not yet trademarked, but coined by my illustriously hilarious husband is “Eye Eye, Captain”. Top that!
Note: picture of Bassie in her rad new glasses forthcoming…
