I confess. I collect reading glasses. And I lose reading glasses. And then I buy more.
I love reading glasses. The more colorful, the better. The more they embarrass my children, the more likely I am to love them. But red’s my favorite.
And I’m not afraid to admit that 2.0 magnification is my preferred strength, even if I do look like a myopic owl.
Paralegals depend on their eyes, because no matter how much technology facilitates document storage and review — real people still have to read them.
My favorite documents are medical records. I love to wheedle the story out of the abbreviations, hen-scratchings and numbers, but wheedling all day is real hard on the aging eyes.
Reading glasses are a soothing balm for burning, exhausted eyes. All of a sudden, those abbreviations, hen-scratchings and numbers look eight feet high.
So I have reading glasses EVERYWHERE: in my purse, in the car, on my night stand, in my laptop case, in the loo, on the kitchen table, in the kitchen drawers, on the coffee table and often, on top of my head.
And, yes, before my kids rat me out, I’ve been known to wear reading glasses on top of my regular glasses – but only in the privacy of my home.
Some people like earbobs. I like “eyebobs”. I really like the pair pictured with this post, courtesy of Eyebobs.com
, aptly called “No Doubt
“, as in no doubt my children would not be seen with me if I were wearing them. (They are a bit pricier than the Walmart deals I usually buy.)
Got reading glasses?