My very stylish friend Sassafrass Jess got new glasses and wrote a really sweet, insightful post using them as a metaphor. Because she's smart like that. For comparison, she posted a photo of herself back in the 80s, with her "Sally Jessy Raphae-hell" frames.
I don't have any clever stories on hand, but somehow (oh yeah, call it a procrastination tactic, you're right) I feel compelled to share my own faux Victorian mutton-chop-sleeve blouse -- and feathered hair -- version of bad 80's glasses:
Also, it takes a truly discerning eye to see, but I'm wearing about eight pounds of navy blue eyeliner, too.
Oh, junior high. Bad fashion. Good times.
I think that Jess and I turned out ok, despite our transgressions in the 80s!