The day I’ve dreaded for over five years came yesterday, when I took my beloved princess of a daughter for an eye exam, and re-lived my childhood nightmares on hearing those horrendous words………”I’d like prescribe some glasses for Phoebe…..” and a vision of myself at the same age came back to me, sobbing as I was fitted with pink plastic NHS frames. But then I pulled myself together and realised how much things have changed in the thirty-something years since……
I hated my specs with a passion all through my childhood, artfully managing to lose them, break them, and hide them for quite a few years until my Mum caved in and let me have some contact lenses. These were much treasured and I wore them until my twenties, when an eye infection led me back to glasses. By then I could afford a rather fab Giorgio Armani frame, and after that all disposable income was directed towards a designer eye wear wardrobe. I became known as the girl with the groovy glasses, and even thought financial constraints have led me to be a little more careful in recent years, I’ll still economise on some areas of my budget to be able to afford good specs. I find I don’t need much jewellery, or scarves etc, as my brightly coloured frames do all the work for me. Friends always comment on new pairs, and it’s always the starting point of wedding outfits, or new suits for work, as I plan new clothes around favourite specs, and actually now, I’d hate to be without them!
So how did Phoebe get on? Well, I managed to put a brave face on it, helping her to pick some sparkly pink frames, and I thought how adorable she looked. She absolutely loved them of course, and can’t wait to go back to collect them. I’ll encourage her to wear them, probably spend as much on her specs as I do on mine, and hope that she continues her excitement over them. If she wants to abandon them for contact lenses in years to come I bet I really will be devastated!
