Once upon a time, there was a little girl with a secret. For years, she walked around in a blur, and eventually grew to think it was normal. She did horribly in maths, because she couldn’t see the equations on the board. And when she was finally told she needed glasses, her mother said she wouldn’t be pretty anymore.
Now, for a reasonably cute kid – who had haircuts done by her mum and wore lots of secondhand stuff – being forced to wear huge round frames filled with thick, heavy glass lenses pretty much marked the end of her life.
The day she got contacts just after graduating high school was the biggest confidence boost she’d ever had. For two years, she wore them religiously, and let her poor, scratched, abused glasses languish in a dark corner somewhere.
Then her eyes rebelled. They dried out, they scratched, and refused to move with the lenses. She found a wicked funky pair of frames, shelled out nearly $500 for them (okay, mostly subsidised by her employer, thank goodness).
Switching back to glasses meant an end to so many costs: contact solution, lens cases, eyedrops, and of course the lenses themselves. It meant less time getting ready in the morning. And it meant no need to wear eye makeup – another bonus.
Anyway! I would like your opinion: Glasses, or contacts? (This feels a bit scary. Not so much the swing away from the quasi-anonymous thing – I’ve posted a face pics in the past around graduation/February’s wardrobe challenge – but the fact that I am, essentially asking for your opinion on how I look. So…Be nice.)