It’s been a busy day, so I’m posting an old photo that needs little comment. It’s me, aged 8, first pair of glasses. They were bright blue with sparkles and very gaudy. I really liked them, which goes to show that there’s no accounting for an eight-year-old’s taste in fashion.I take that back. I really liked them for a while. Then I wanted a new pair that had a more sophisticated librarian look, but my parents were big believers in the old adage, “If they ain’t broke, you don’t need a new pair.”
I took that as a challenge, but I’d met my match in this set of frames. Indestructable, they were, standing up to repeated runovers by my bicycle tires without so much as a scratch.
Eventually, in sixth grade, I got a new set of frames, not because I succeeded in breaking this pair, but because I finally outgrew them. Maybe next week I’ll show you that there’s really no accounting for a twelve-year-old’s taste in fashion, either.