So I found these glasses. And they're great. And I adore them. And they fit. And my friends say I look brainy in them etc.... All is wonderful, except, well, I don't technically wear glasses.
At least, the last time I had a vision test, ca. 1992, I didn't need them. That was 17 years ago and these days I'm a bit more squinty when it comes to street signs. When I wear my friend Kit's glasses, things look better, so that's a signal.
I found these at a true junk shop upstate, with their cute coffin-like case and a price tag that is, um, unbelievable for (bakelite? horn rim? cellulose?) glasses this old (30s? 40s????).
Clearly, I am out of my element in this whole new world of glasses. I'll defer to the better judgment of Dana, my sartorial soul mate, who knows all about these sorts of boyish vintage things. Like indigo dyed denim and tee shirt hems through out the 20th century.
Dana, love, share your wisdom with the world. Inquiring minds want to know.
Clearly, I am out of my element in this whole new world of glasses. I'll defer to the better judgment of Dana, my sartorial soul mate, who knows all about these sorts of boyish vintage things. Like indigo dyed denim and tee shirt hems through out the 20th century.
Dana, love, share your wisdom with the world. Inquiring minds want to know.
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