“They are from France,” I imagine myself answering in a Conehead accent if someone asks me how much they cost. Far less than my recent tooth implant but more than my camera is another answer.
I like to go into Troika Gallery in downtown Floyd for the good feng shui, the art displays and to spot some of my son’s ceramic work (center piece below). This Saturday I went in for an appointment to play dress-up with some international artisan eyeglasses and Becky Causey, owner of “a hip little optical shop where old meets new and brown meets blue” in Lynchburg and Greensboro (NC).
Causey is an optician and master stylist match-maker when it comes to finding the right glasses for each person she fits. Ninety-nine percent of the time, the first pair she chooses turns out to be the ones that seal the deal. It happened to me (and they are from France). Short of getting rose-tinted Bono shades (which I have fantasized about), I think the ones we both liked best on me are pretty snazzy.
All I could say to Joe when I got home is that “I broke through some upper limits.” He understood because he knows that I’ve never had a new car, I own zip for expensive jewelry and rarely spend significant money on myself. Yet, I still explained: I’m through shopping at the Dollar Store for readers and now that I have progressive lenses and wear glasses almost all the time, I want something high quality that fits well, works well and is like an extension of my personality. As a writer, I spend too much time on the computer. Last year I looked at some expensive ergonomic chairs, but didn’t get one. “Hey, maybe I can use the new glasses for a tax write-off,” I suggested to Joe.
Post note: I regret that I didn’t get a picture of Becky in action. She took the above one of me.