I've got this friend named Jill. The story goes that when she was in highschool she thought having glasses was so piss-elegant that she told her Mum that she was struggling to see what was written on the board during her lessens.
Her poor Mum flipped-out and immediately took her to the eye-guy, whereupon Jill pretended that she couldnt read the letters and was immediately given eye-ware to correct the fault.
The moral of the story is that, now, Jill actually needs the bloody things to see. She swears blind (teehee) that her eyes get tired and foggy when she's not wearing them.
If I was offered any of the specs by Linda Farrow, I would probably beg blind too.
http://www.lindafarrowvintage.com/
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