Long time no post… and is that for want of spectacles-related news, views or a boredom with the subject. So given that watching rugby (Six Nations) in a busy bar in Winchester may be more diverting (wearing my library specs as my current everyday specs)(having finally mashed up my normal day-to-day specs from Specsavers’s * See below), I spotted a lovely pair of specs or was it a lovely face in some specs that enhanced rather than hid it..?
Kasia (I think that was her name though I had to check on a web site for Polish names… I thought she said Kasa), took my phone number but hasn’t phoned… Goodness, I wonder why.
* Hugging & Spectacles on Chains
I keep my specs on a rope/chain around my neck… it’s why I never lose them. The only trouble is that when I take them off they sit on my chest and when I hug someone (as the mode is… or just as my affections are), the spectacles get squished. With a big man hug that can hurt and if it’s a lady they quite often get scrunched up in her bosom. Does that hurt? In either case the glasses get a bit of a squeeze too and I think it’s taken its toll as they have given up being all straight and at first had a squiffy bend and then finally the arm broke off. Maybe they can be fixed by said retailer or maybe it’s time to get a replacement pair.
What do other people do in these circumstances? I suppose one alternative is to throw them round the back (and then panic later when you can’t see them). Another alternative is to put them on – but I don’t need them at short distances (why they are on my chest) and then the danger is glasses clash!
Lost Specs Found
This is maybe a spectacles subject all of itself… the losing of specs. Most people lose them round the house but I never do. Clever dick aren’t I?! I keep them in one place – only – and I wear them on a string. It’s when I go out that they get lost.
One pair ended up in my car park in the mud and I drove over them half a dozen times before I found them (Did I blog about that..? The indestructible Icelandic all one piece glasses I love so much!) The other issue is them jumping out of a top pocket when frolicking. I was reminded about this by mentioning the trip to the rugby as afterwards I ended up having a great big dance at another pub/club and because I was not accompanied by many other dancers (none for the first half hour) I was leaping around a lot and practicing my shuffle-slide (very smooth!). At some point the specs jumped out – but I retrieved them the next day, fairly straight and only a tiny bit scratched.
** Post script: I later found a diary note which said spec spitfire wincvhester (sic) and couldn’t work out what on earth it meant. Why would I spec the Spitfire Roundabout – of which there is one co-incidentally. After some more thought and research I realised I’d typed into my phone a note to self which was the name of the spectacles maker. It turns out to be Spitfire Design!