I have managed to break one of the hardiest spectacles around – Silhouettes. Half-asleep one night, I must have taken them off and tossed them to one side. The next morning, when I finally found them between my pillow and headboard, they had been somewhat grotesquely twisted. Ever the optimist, I tried bending them back into shape and they snapped into two in my hands.
Before, I’d taken pride in telling people that these glasses have lasted me eight years – more a testament to their durability than to my care. And now that they’re broken, I admit I’m a little lost without them. Sure, I have another pair of spectacles on hand so I’m not blind without my contact lenses, but my Silhouettes were what I’d used to read in bed or watch telly till I fell asleep, because I always thought they were unbreakable. I suppose nobody ever tried squashing them up against a headboard.
Goodbye, my Silhouettes. I can honestly say I’ll miss you.
