Specs Appeal

So I finally got myself some glasses.  No more bumbling around like Mr Magoo.  No more squinting at people waving to me across the street, trying to figure out who the hell they are.

I managed the persuade the Old Man that getting cheapo specs was a false economy as I wouldn't wear them unless I loved them.  What do you know, he agreed!

He has now turned into the spectacle police now though, constantly checking I'm wearing them.  So if he asks, I have them on, right?

The one downside to designer glasses, is the bling-tastic case they come in.  I'm not a labels person, and fail to see why I should advertise someone for free (ha, that's the blogger coming out in me!).

So I asked the lovely people at Boots if I could have one of their plain cases (as well as - hell, I'd paid for the designer gear, so may as well get the freebies right?).  They gave me one of theirs gratis.  Nice, but a bit... well meugh hey?

Last night, in front of the tellybox (yes, I was wearing my glasses), I got my Decopatch out, and turned it into something much more me.

Nifty huh?

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