|not my granddad, but you get the idea ...|
but he belongs to my family
My grandfather wore them and they left permanent marks on his nose.
I wanted my father to wear them (he had the steely grey hair to go with the look) because we always teased about his age.
For me? I fought the fight with reading glasses and distance glasses ... I know I was splitting hairs, but it soothed my ego, short term.
When I finally committed the act and got bifocals, nothing was the same. I never had my eyes in the right place .. they dug into my nose, and I stumbled no matter where I walked nor how flat the surface.
This year my eyes 'changed' enough to justify new glasses ... and though the doctor wanted the 'b' word again, the optical technician talked me into progressive lenses.
For the first time in two years, not only can I see what is around me, I am not stumbling and staggering.
Such a lovely thing to really 'see' what is going on around me!