Paris
As part of preparing to attend my high school reunion, I couldn’t resist looking at my senior picture in the yearbook. And what did I notice first? The glasses.
I started wearing glasses at age eight, which gave my mother many years to choose frames for me. I remember wearing white cat’s eyes, blue frames, and most unusual of all, plaid frames. My graduation photo shows dark frames that make me look very studious. My mother wouldn’t have chosen those. I must have wanted to look studious, or at least blend in.
Recently, I learned that my mother’s taste in frames were modest by comparison to today’s European styles.
If I only had to put on a pair of glasses to read the fine print I could live with any of these, but they’d get old fast if I had to wear them for sixteen hours a day…in public.
Bruges
Bruges
Bruges
Thankfully these were not available to my mother when I was growing up.
Still Life 