Eyeglass Disaster

[ras2883]

I awoke this morning and, as is routine, proceeded to clean my precious vintage glasses, during which time they spontaneously broke. The break is not where anyone would first suspect, though. It isn't the lenses or the earpieces. No, it's the nosepiece -- the little flat pad that keeps them in place. The thing is, these glasses don't have flexible nosepads like wire frames; they're part of the frame. The glasses themselves must be so old and the plastic so dry that they crumbled. I have encountered this problem -- the old plastic -- numerous times when I've needed them tightened and the optician hesitates because they may crack, so I should have seen this coming. Boom-crash! I'm still wearing my babies as I type this, but they constantly slid down my nose pre-break. Now it's almost unbearable, and the rough broken plastic scraping against my nose is unpleasant. These frames were a part of the city that I always had with me, and it is so hard to tuck them away in a drawer. I know; I've tried. Plus, the lenses are huge, and it's like I'm wearing contacts. At least I'll be in New York in a matter of weeks, and I won't need my security-blanket specs anymore. Until then, I will mourn.



A moment of silence in honor of these vintage beauties