So, I got my new glasses today. Black, thick framed beauties that hark back to a time when glasses were functional far more than fashionable. And I love them. The only problem is that, combined with my penchant for cardigans I feel I may have to take up smoking the pipe to complete my image make over. On a more serious note, when I first slipped them on at the optometrist I couldn’t believe how clear the world was. I had no idea my sight was so poor. I only have to wear glasses for reading and working on the computer, but it is now so much easier. It wasn’t that I couldn’t see before, I was just unaware that I wasn’t getting the best possible picture.