- red ones…
I’m getting some new lenses for my red specs. Not just any old lenses, either. Computer lenses. Ones for when I’m writing that should help stop my eyes drying out and going all blurry when I change from short distance to long distance. On top of that I’ve ordered new sunglasses with prescription lenses, too. It’s an expensive business. The two pairs (including my old red frames – see left) will knock me back about £500. I know!
I’ve always worn glasses. I was diagnosed with an astigmatism and deemed longsighted when I was 18 months old. An astigmatism is when the muscle of the eye isn’t very strong and tends to make the eye seem off-centre. It’s also called a squint, or, in Yorkshire when I was growing up, bozz-eyed. Nice! It also means when I’m looking at kids in a group sometimes they aren’t sure who I mean when I point them out to answer a question!
I don’t mind wearing glasses. I’ve been through every fashion going in the last fifty years. Small ones, large ones, wire-framed, tortoiseshell, multicoloured. You name it, I’ve worn it. I tried soft contact lenses once but kept tearing or losing them so I was back to being a specky-four eyes.
- looking very poised aged 8!
The 1980s to 1990s were pretty full on, frame-wise. Check out these wide blue wonders!
- big enough frames there, gal?
