No eye glasses when dating

I myself have seen and conversed with the man who made them first.” (eyeglasses) and its use began to spread throughout Italy and Europe.1313-Italian scholar Carlo Dati (1619-76) reported many years later that he read an entry pertaining to the invention of eyeglasses in a Latin “Among the entries in this Chronicle, under the year 1313, it is recorded that in this monastery of St.

Catherine there lived and died Friar Alessandro Spina, a monk of most excellent character and most acute mind, who understood everything that he heard said or saw done.

Here I was acting all horrified by a pair of Tory Burch glasses on my face. How was I going to handle the inevitable fading of my youth and looks if I couldn’t even handle wearing a pair of glasses for a week?

The thing is, the whole experience got me thinking. I have yet to get Botox or any sort of work done, but I’m sure I will. It’s something I’ve known I’ve wanted to do forever, and something a growing number of my far-from-plastic girlfriends have done.

After the Civil War demand for their hard rubber (“Vulcanite”) eyeglass frames increased dramatically and this company diversified its product line into precision optical products like microscopes, telescopes, binoculars, and photographic lenses.1887- The first contact lenses to have been worn were invented by the physiologist Adolf Fick The plastic contact lens was originated by Kevin Tuohy1953 –The earliest glasses thus far have been an incomplete pair of rivet spectacles found under the floorboards of the nun’s choir-stalls during rennovations Kloster Wienhausen in northern Germany.

Shortly thereafter, he needed some additional capital so he borrowed from his good friend Henry Lomb and a partnership was formed.As I strolled out of the optical store and down the city streets, I felt my confidence start to sink with the onset of the feeling that I had turned invisible.Nobody glanced twice at me: not the construction workers on the sidewalk, nor the group of finance guys standing outside of the overpriced, douchy financial district hotspot, or the hot little hipster behind me at the bank.When he did – and I kid you not – he gave me a look of mild horror as he not so discreetly exclaimed, “Wow, you look really different.” And I felt different. I would only wear the glasses when my makeup was done and my hair was up.For the first time in my entire life since the onset of puberty, I felt visually displeasing. But it didn’t make a difference in the whole ‘noticeability’ department. Not even my concierge while I was on the way back in from grabbing coffee (seriously, I took the side door in).

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