I got my first glasses when I was six years old. As a child of the 80s, I of course chose enormous, thick, fuchsia-pink plastic frames. Hideous. I recall them looking something like this but about 37x more pink. Actually, they probably looked pretty adorable on my six-year-old self, but it didn’t feel that way at the time.

I have a distinct memory of my first time wearing them to school. Everything was fine until we got to the gate, at which point I flipped-the-holy-crap-out because I didn’t want to be seen in them. Even at 6, I knew that enormous pink glasses were decidedly not cool. Thankfully the embarrassment wore off almost immediately, I got over it and life went on. (A year or so later my best friend got glasses too. She chose frames identical to mine and OMG that meant we were TWINS!!1!!11 Yeah, we were pretty rad.)

All of which brings me to the point of this post. Raven’s going to the optometrist (optician? opthamologist?) tomorrow to see whether she needs glasses. She’s been complaining that her vision sometimes gets  blurry and she has to blink and rub her eyes to bring things back into focus. So off to the doctor we’ll go.

I don’t think we’re going to have any problems with her not wanting glasses. Quite the opposite – I think she’s going to be upset if she doesn’t end up needing them. She’s been talking about wanting glasses for ages. She sees them as a glamourous accessory, something that usually only grown-ups (such as her very glamorous bespectacled parents) get to wear.

So we’ll see. I’m hoping the doctor will tell us her eyes are perfect, but I’m glad she feels positively towards glasses in case she does end up getting them. I’ll update tomorrow with the verdict!