This year I received an updated Rx for eyeglasses at my low vision appointment. My doctor recommended I try a second pair for reading at the computer, a middle distance focus to reduce the lean-in tendency. I agreed. Stockton and I traveled over to the optician to shop.
Selecting frames from the brightly lit wall of columns and columns of choices is not only a bit overwhelming for me, it hurts my light-sensitive eyes. Between wiping my watering eyes and nose I tried on a bunch of options. I wanted a smaller frame style, and I remembered Steph from Bold Blind Beauty saying smaller lenses cut some weight with strong prescriptions, too. The lady helping us gathered a few and asked me to try them on.
“Those look beautiful,” she said, studying my face, “They fit the shape of your face well. What do you think?” We went over to her desk. I sat in front of a magnifying mirror to see my image better. I liked them, but I liked four others, too. Decisions, decisions. A half hour after we started, I chose the final two frames, one brown on the outside with green on the inside for my everyday pair, and another tortoise shell pattern for my readers. Both held a smaller, slight cat-eye shape compared to my current boxy, purple frames.
“Oh this is funny,” the optical associate said as she typed the styles numbers into her computer, “These are the same, just different colors and slightly different sizes. That’s why we couldn’t see the difference.” She completed my order and we left for lunch.
Days later, the office called me when my glasses were ready. There’s an issue with one of my bifocals, but that’s another story for another day. I sat again at a desk as an associate adjusted the frames to fit me. The new frames weighed less than my old frames, too. Before we left, I realized I held one hard case, a smooth blue and green clamshell.
“I’ll need another hard case. I need to keep these protected, and I want to know at a glance one from the other.” Stockton knows how it goes at our house with curious terriers around and the matter of sharp keys and chargers in my work bag. The employee checked the backroom for a suitable case.
“How’s this one?” He said as he placed the new case on the desk.
“You have done well.” I smiled and claimed the bright pink case. Stockton and I left. New glasses and new cases gives me something to smile about.
What do your glasses look like? How do you pick out frames? Have you ever broken a pair of glasses? Tell me about it.