many a beautiful theory was killed by an ugly fact

I got glasses yesterday - my first pair of actual glasses.



I was told I was borderline, and would only need them for computer work and long periods of reading in any case. This is basically the definition of my life. So I got them.

I am not ashamed to admit that my concern for my eyesight was in no small part due to the fact that I have been desperate to wear glasses for years now, for purely aesthetic reasons. I was so keen that I was tempted to buy 'fake' ones, with plain plastic lenses, but to accept the wearing of fakes would go against everything I believe in.

Now I have the real thing. I have joined the élite. The boyfriend is wildly jealous and has compiled a list of glasses he wants, if he ever needs them, but he doesn't, so he can't have them - but I can, aha!

Now I can wear my Wayfarers even when the sun's not shining - as long as I've got something to read.

Fake eyelashes like it if you mix it up.