I know last week’s photo was a real teaser, and you’ve been waiting with bated breath all week for today’s photo of my second pair of childhood glasses. Here they are. What do you think?
At the time, I thought they were rather sophisticated, and why would anyone question a twelve year old’s judgment of things sophisticated?
This was the year I decided to have my hair cut short.. I wanted a pixie-type cut, but curly hair didn’t do pixie well. Since it was school picture day, I had probably plastered my bangs down with a pink glob of Dippity-do and that’s why there’s no little horn of hair sticking straight up on the right side where the part is. On an average day, that little horn would have been there, doing it’s best to detract from the sophistication of the glasses.
I promise this is the last post in the mini series featuring the bad glasses of Rebecca’s life. This not because there aren’t more bad glasses to feature. Here’s the thing—bad glasses on a youngster are cute; but by the time you’re twenty, they’ve become downright embarrassing.