Wearing glasses is not a lot of fun.
Accordingly I only wear glasses because:
(a) I got drunk and fell asleep in my contacts so often at University that my eyeballs look like this under an optician’s little bright light; and
(b) after the age of 35 you get past caring if people are going to put off making passes at you based on your facial furniture. I assume that Sophia Loren is not short of the odd wolf whistle or two, for example
The Not Drowning Mother wrote a very touching post about her daughter Pixie becoming a speccy four eyes. I remember wondering when I read it how I would feel if the Minx was similarly afflicted.
Glasses have been part of my life since I was 7 years old. The Minx is just about to turn 4. For a couple of years fear of breaking my glasses stopped me getting into playground fights until I learned to take them off and hand them to people. I suspect that the Minx would just take them stick the glasses on the top of her head while sinking her sharp little teeth into a detractor’s throat.
See that left eye though? Apparently she is seriously astigmatic. So now it is either glasses or …
I feel for her, I really do – it has only taken me 35 years to not mind wearing my glasses. But I realise looking at the photo below that I have learned Diversionary Tactics including deflecting attention to my shoes:
or by using the cunning Old Two Pairs of Glasses/Accidentally Glimpse of Suspender Belt Straps Out Ploy:
I suppose if I had one piece of advice to give the Minx it would be this – make sure that people remember you for something other than your gecks.
Meantime I would like to thank the staff at the Sydney Eye Hospital who treated the Minx and I so well on Friday. The waiting times were minimal – the staff were all fabulous at helping the Minx feel at home – I wish that all hospital visits were so swift and pleasant.
I would also like to apologise for any missing pieces of important optical equipment. We will bring these back with us next time.