I've Given In

. . . To creeping middle age.
I've always hated the look of eyeglass keepers. Nothing says Over the Hill like an eyes-going-bad, where-the-hell-did-I-put-that-pair-of-specs, jawline-jowl-enhancing eyeglass string.

I mean, not even Tom Selleck looked good with them actually on-- which probably is why you can't find a picture of him with his glasses-on-a-cord anywhere but dangling on his sexy chest.

But I've given in. It was either keep my close-up, high-magnification glasses tied to me, or go on looking like a total dafty running round trying to find them. I spent two or three dollars more for the handmade-in-India beaded model-- it reminds me of the hippie-dippy days of my misspent youth.

Hey, that's it! My new eyeglass keepers aren't a sign of advancing senescence! They're returning me to my childhood! I mean, aren't they a lot like that string your mother used to sew on your mittens and thread through your coat sleeves, to keep you from losing them?