I swear, the day I turned 40, I could no longer read the print in my books. And if you know me at all, you know reading is an
So I bought the requisite readers...no, I did not purchase people to read for me, how could you think such a thing? Rather, I bought those reading glasses you find in the drugstore...super-cute ones, the kind that perch on the tip of your nose.
But I kept losing them. And losing them. And I found I didn't like the look of having to tilt my face "just so" to see through or over them, depending on whether I was reading or speaking. I can't walk and chew gum simultaneously...
...so this was a problem. All of this was a problem.
It was then that I discovered bifocal readers. Saints, I am telling you, my life was revolutionized.
See, I don't need "glasses-glasses". I don't need prescription glasses (I know - I got the eye exam...and I continue to have my eyes checked) but I needneedneed readers.
But I couldn't choose between losing my readers, or putting them on a chain around my neck like a granny. Even though I am a granny, but that's beside the point.
I want my grandkids to sport T-shirts like this:
And if I wear my glasses like a necklace, that can't happen, see. (You do see, don't you?)
Not long ago, a few of my friends who wear glasses-glasses began to
Then, at least two of my friends (one online, another "IRL" - in real life) bought more than one pair! As in...three, four pairs...so they could get the look they wanted, when they wanted it.
As if that weren't enough to incite glasses envy, they purchased these gorgeous wood and leather boxes....like jewelry boxes, only for those Tom Fords. I was over the moon...I have such fashionable friends...so inspirational, I'm not even lying. I don't get jealous...that is just not my thing. Trust me, I have other faults. But I don't get jealous, because I am too busy taking notes on the women I admire.
Lightbulb moment. I realized my bifocal readers, since I do wear them almost all the time, are a fashion statement. I, too, could do with several pairs of them! I have various "looks" I need to sport too, ya know.
And I wanted a pretty box of my own, like a jewelry box, in which to house my facial-fashion acessories. I wanted to "respect the spectacles" like my fashionable friends, only I could not afford the price tag of a used car to do it.
This was literally months ago. I let the whole thing simmer on the back burner, as I am prone to do, waiting for the solution to present itself.
The week of Christmas, I found the bifocal readers I had been searching for, in every style I had been searching for, and all in one place! These babies are total Tom Ford knock-offs. You better believe I splurged! I bought four pair! I splurged to the tune of $40, because I also received a 40% holiday discount.
I got these, for my inner hipster...
These for my inner geek....
These for my no-nonsense inner business woman and Bible teacher:
And these for my inner sexy librarian:
Those last ones are The Preacher's favorites. Just sayin'.
And here are the bifocal-reader-Aviator-sunglasses that I already had:
Recently, for my birthday, my daughter Hannah bought me a wood display case. She meant it to be a display for my artisan cuffs, when I have art shows. And that is what I was going to do. But suddenly this past week, after my TF knock-off spectacles arrived, I knew it was meant to be...
...it was meant to be my facial-jewelry box. (Are those words "facial-jewelry" creeping you out, too? Or is it only me? But I can't stop saying it.)
So I took a hammer to the cubbies inside, chipping off part of each divider, and then gluing a piece of soft leather to what was left, with fabric glue:
And now all my inner persona Tom Ford knock-offs have a place to be respected. (Is that too much metaphor to make sense? I thought so, too, but there it is.)
The price of four TF glasses frames: $1,200
The price of a beautiful wooden case for said frames: $75
Doing almost the same thing, but doing it preacher's-wife-style (Victoria Osteen, if you are reading this, then present company excepted): $40
And here is my facial-jewelry box, in its real home, in my messy home office:
"Oh taste and see that the Lord is good."
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