not so fond memories

While packing up a great deal of our bedrooms today, I came across all of my old glasses - except for my first oval shaped pink pair! - which really reminded me that I need to get them sent off to a charity organization to re-fit and re-use in some way. But, oh dear, who would ever want these? They're so hideous! Well, except for the last and most recent pair which, actually, my to-be mother in law helped me to pick out at the time. But all the others ... sigh, what a fashion nightmare. I mean, who would ever willingly and happily sell these to me as flattering to my face, no matter what decade we were in?? The first pair, the huge gold orbs of almost perfect circle-ness, are beyond words.

I put each pair on for Sam to see, in all their glory, and he about fell over in horror. And then promptly insisted that he take mugshots of each of them, for memory's sake. {And his future amusement, I'm sure.} So there you have it, a story of my teenaged years, through the eyes of, well, four eyes. Yes, laugh it up, people, but let's all be thankful that I graduated to contacts and finally had Lasik eye surgery a few years ago ... glasses are only but a dream now.

To be fair, I made Sam put on his own university years Harry Potter glasses so we'd look equally moonfaced. Sophie, through all this, really didn't care and just slept through our walk down memory lane.