I’m not really one to change my look. A case in point: I am turning 40, still shop from the children’s department at Old Navy, and am wearing a coat that is so old that it realistically could have grandchildren by this point. But I bought a new pair of glasses on an impulse this weekend.
My friend told me this week that she thinks the glasses choose the wearer in the same way that the wand chooses the wizard. There are a pair of glasses out there meant for your face; you just need to try them on to find them. And then you know. You know in a major way that this particular pair of glasses (with a core of unicorn horn and phoenix feather) was meant to be matched with your face, and only your face.
I’ve never had that experience. I’ve had more of the “are these good enough?” conversations in my head. That’s how I ended up with my last pair of glasses 12 years ago. It was this time of year, and I needed a pair of glasses to wear when I walked down the aisle. So I bought the pair you’ve normally seen me in. Barely-there rims. Small ovals.
This weekend, I was in a glasses store and my eye kept going up to a particular pair on the wall while I was speaking with an employee. So after I finished my conversation, I tried them on. And they felt so right on my face that it was like that moment when Harry Potter grips his wand at Ollivander’s and feels the power of the tool.
I had Josh take a picture, and I texted it to my sister from the store. From several states away, thanks to the beauty of technology, she was able to reassure me that the glasses fit my face. And even though they were very different from my normal pair, it was worth branching out and trying something new. We had money leftover in our flex spending account, so I went for it.
The point of my old glasses were to fade into the background and beg people not to notice them. And these glasses practically scream at you, “look at my subpar myopic eyes!?!?” I had a moment of doubt right after I put them on for the first time with my prescription in place. I mean, my modus operandi is to go through my day without being noticed, so why would I choose something loud and solid that reminds the world that they’re there? I don’t know. I guess it was just time for a change.