I don’t really ever remember being able to see anything without my glasses. I mean, I can see colors and shapes, but I’m visually impaired in the way that I once asked my optician if I would have been deemed blind in Little House on the Prairie days and he paused.
And then he said yes.
For a while I forced myself into contacts. But as it turns out, my eyes despise contacts. You would have thought I would have known that at age 11 when it took me nearly two hours at LensCrafters to get the first set in, but oh no, I persisted. Until I realized that I wasn’t actually that pretty with eyes so dry and so red complete strangers ask about the substances I’m taking. (Answer: None.)
I love my glasses, but lately I have been feeling a little run of the mill. And then last night I was watching Mad Men and realized what I was missing was a vintage-inspired pair.
And then, thanks to my friend B, I found Warby Parker. Love. http://www.warbyparker.com/
Because not only are the glasses ridiculous affordable, but they do good – for every pair purchased they donate a pair to charity.
Now to decide … Do I go with the Coltons?
Coltons?
Or with the Miles?
