When my mother discovered that, at age nine, I could not make out that the blobs on the distant telegraph pole were in fact birds, she marched me off to the optician for my first pair of glasses. I was quietly devastated. I didn't take kindly to such indignity, or to such obvious evidence of imperfection. These days, though, it's cool. There are many, many, frames to choose from, no-one is teased any more - for slight short sight at least - and when my son reported a few weeks ago, at the same age, that he couldn't make out everything on the white board, he was delighted to have his eyes checked, and when he subsequently received his first pair of glasses, said it was better than a birthday present. Even if he does seem more interested in using them for alternative ways of looking at the world, than in the more conventional way...
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I love this, Cate!! The story sounds familiar, and my mom picked out the ugliest frames... I never wore them in the 3rd grade! Wasn't until I picked a far cooler pair of "aviator" frames that I wore them the following year.
Hey, it was the 70's after all!! Knock wood, neither of my guys seem to have a eyesight problem... yet!!
And great review of Sarah Moon!
thanks Suzanne-
Aviator glasses ...we never had anything like that - any pictures ???
And Sarah Moon - if you get a chance to see her work in person - do, it grows on you, and nothing I've seen on screen is like the real thing.
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