That was your official Friend for the Ride eye test.
Pass or fail?
When I was forty, the doctor examined my farsighted eyes.
“One day, suddenly you won’t be able to read small print,” he warned. “Don’t panic. Just go to the store and get yourself some reading glasses.”
Wise words.
When the day came that I couldn’t read the Tylenol bottle or the calories in a granola bar, I didn’t panic, but I was sad and annoyed.
“Bother,” as Winnie the Pooh would say.
Attitude adjustment!
I dove into the world of funky reading glasses. My reward for failing eyes.
Red. Blue. Pink.
Stripes. Zig zags. Rhinestones.
I did, however, quickly retire the white pair with green dots when someone in the church choir said I looked like an alien from the fifties.
My latest love was sent for review by Icon Eyewear. They’re called Borghese readers. The metal sidepieces are a lovely motled bronze/gold, hence the reference to Italian nobility.
The glasses are festive yet elegant. They’re sturdy, and the lenses are excellent.
My bear models them below, although the Borghese readers look even more stylish on people.
Your turn!
If you wear reading glasses, do you have a style, color, or brand you prefer?
Then there’s the issue of losing them.
Do you sport them with a cord around your neck, or like me, do you keep several pairs strewn about the house?
Photo: Thanks to Pooh for modeling my new glasses I stitched Winnie when I was on a toy-making kick in high school. His eyes, like mine, were a whole lot better forty years ago.
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