I can't quite remember how old I was when I was given my first pair of spectacles. I know I was young, maybe five... (she who must be obeyed is welcome to wade in with the answer in the comments). I've never minded glasses though I did experience some rather unfortunate fashion faux pas during the 90s; it was a merciless decade to be a teenager and Timmy Mallet has a lot to answer for. As an adult I tend to forget I'm wearing them and despite the usual set backs (mostly involving fogging lenses as I move from cold to hot or open an oven) I'm content as I am. Contacts freak me out, I can't touch eye balls, and laser surgery kind of terrifies me; is it true you can smell your eye cooking? So other than the long and pain staking process of choosing a new pair every few years I'm quite content with my assisted view of the world...
For Steve however it's a whole new adventure.
Yes my lovely husband has become slightly long sighted and for the first time in his life needs to some assistance to focus at a distance. After a lot of trying on, exclaiming at the expense and judging what does and doesn't work with strong eyebrows, we hit upon the specs in the above photo. I have to say I love them. Rather handsome I think. Steve is still adjusting to them and was heard exclaiming as he stumbled slightly that he was going to be as clumsy as me for a while. Cheeky. Maybe he'll have a little more sympathy for the spatially challenged after the unique experience of adjusting to new lenses... xc