{With glasses mended and polished I was able to see the ALEXI FREEMAN AUTUMN WINTER 2009 collection CRISS CROSS. (Part of Give/Take)}
I can see once more. Finally I have taken my poor frames to the optometrist to be realigned and jiggled and set to rights. ‘They pinch, here,’ I told her. ‘And they are in a terrible state. I am sorry,’ I continued. ‘Yes, I can see that they are,’ she smiled as she set to adjusting them with nimble fingers. When initially and shamefully I had placed my glasses on the counter between us, they had sat at bizarre angle, twisted and contorted, one arm flipped up and out. Under the bright lights of the store there was nowhere to hide. I hung my head sheepishly as I stood over the corpse that was my glasses. They looked dire, like a horse with a broken back. They also looked dusty and uncared for, their lenses smeared in fingermarks and mysterious grease. Square they were not, unlike the pair of neat frames perched comfortably on her nose. But now they are, and I can see. With small tools she was able to bring them back to life and with a soft cloth the lenses turned from opaque monstrosity to transparent surface capable of correcting my vision. As you’d expect, forms are now in focus, lines crisp and distance no obstacle. Hurrah! How silly of me not to have taken them to hospital sooner, to have the frames previously bent out of shape tweaked. There are some possessions I don’t take great care of and my glasses fall into this category.
{Our Egyptian collar on the wall, as part of Give/Take for Milly Sleeping's Borrow.}
+ I want one day to see something like this. (I cannot recall whose blog it was that I found the link to this... if it was you, my apologies.)
(20.03.09 Mystery solved. Thank you, lace and cake.)
