My eyesight has been gradually deteriorating over the years. I got my first pair of glasses when I was in fourth grade, and never wore them. I got my first pair of contacts when I was a junior in college, and never wore them (well, I wore them once, on a night when I went out with Vanessa and Liz. Of course I fell asleep with my contacts still in, and had to quite literally peel them off of my eyeballs the following morning. That pretty much killed any possibility of me ever touching contacts again). Then, about two years ago, I found a pair of glasses I love at a boutique in Connecticut (the big, round tortoiseshell ones you might have seen me wearing around these parts). 

My eyesight continues to worsen; I am no longer able to type or watch TV without my glasses attached to my head. And now it appears that I’ve lost my favorite glasses somewhere in our vast manse, which is problematic when you stare at a computer screen for hours every day, and when we are right in the middle of the season of America’s Next Top Model. I’m thinking today might be a good day to venture out in search of a new pair.  

At Morgan’s birthday dinner, my friend Michelle told me that she recently purchased a pair of Ray-Bans (pictured above), popped out the glass, and replaced them with a set of prescription lenses. Like Michelle, I always seem to like the shape of sunglasses better than glasses, so I’m considering giving this a shot. Thoughts?