Thursday, January 09, 2014

Bespectacled beauty

High myopic beauty

Eddy's Exchange with Electra

Electra 16 May 2004, 15:27
Eddy are you one of those permanent colonials who wears a panama hat

Eddy 16 May 2004, 20:30
1) Leckie. No. Strictly boaters. Panamas tend to clip the monocle.
19 Apr 2004, 00:35
The Governor’s Dinner
Speaking of Puffin's Chinese restaurant sighting, Eddy went to a big dinner last night, a Governor of a Chinese province who was visiting. In a big Chinese restaurant. Eddy himself was quite occupied with the wife of the owner of the restaurant, 40 something lady from Hong Kong with VERY fetching rimless minus 4s which had a nice way of flashing in the lights. However this was but as preliminary play when in walked the official party and just behind the big man himself was a truly stunning gwg, about 30, legs which went all the way up to her armpits and a totally acceptable pair of gold rimmed ovals. Now as you know, I'm not one to judge these things but I'd be prepared to swear that they were in the -7 range. Wonderful!
We were a bit intrigued as to how we would play this one because that level of pulchritude in the company of a "leading comrade" usually indicates minor wife. That's mistress for the more literally inclined. So we were favorably surprised when she took a seat at a table far below the main one, a definite signal for the Eddy move-in. Turns out that she is the deputy mayor of an impoverished county who has succeeded in bringing in amazing amounts of foreign investment by methods which Eddy could only guess at as he sat there transfixed by the way in which her shapely legs disappeared below her very mini skirt.
We have decided that a technical exchange should take place tonight. Watch this space.
27 Jul 2003, 04:37

Lucy’s Greatest Treasure

By Christy

Father Browne’s large figure crossed the playground once again. He’d spent the best part of a week walking between the church and the school. It was Friday and it was the last chance to talk to the children about Sunday’s special service. He’d made an effort to include them and was now finding that they had plenty of ideas of their own about what form it was going to take. The playground was empty, as the children had just been called into the hall for morning assembly. Father Browne entered the hall, already propping his gold-framed half-moon glasses on his nose. A perfunctory prayer from him, a few brief announcements from the headmistress, then it was back to Father Browne to talk about the arrangements for Sunday. He added that he’d be visiting each class in turn to make sure that all the key players knew what they were supposed to be doing.

New Glasses

by Iruckus1

I remember when my wife, a full time contact lens wearer, got her new glasses. We had been married for about three years and I’d seen her in glasses only for infrequent late night TV viewing or while she was experiencing her occasional eye infections (how she managed to get to and from the bathroom everyday was beyond me). I practically lived for those rare moments. I’d even miss work to be home with her if she was unable to go out because of it. Though a bit hesitant at first, she’d leave her glasses on when we’d make love (which was as frequent as humanly possible). Her eyesight was pretty bad and she would often bring up the subject of laser surgery. Maybe because she was so attractive she hated the fact that she was physically imperfect. She hated most of all the glasses…the outward manifestation of her imperfection. The lenses were quite thick. They did indeed alter her look. Though severe, I found it very pleasing.


by Hikari 

Story One : The Eyes of Amy

Hi! My name is Amy Reed and I am twelve years old now! Today is a big day for me. I'm about to enter Serenity college. It is a private college for girls everybody in town talks about nowadays. My big sister Mia has been going to that school for two years now and I can’t wait to be able to see her all the time again! See, Serenity is a boarding school, so my sister would only visit us for the holidays. I used to cry whenever she’d go back to that distant school, but I'm a big girl now. I never visited my sister here, so I don’t really know how is it to live on a school campus all year so I'm a little bit scared. I can’t wait to see how big my room will be. My bag feels heavy in my hands, and I'm waiting in line so they can give me my room’s number and pair me with my future roommate. I can’t wait to see her. I hope we’ll get along fine!

My turn finally comes. In front of me, a pretty blonde woman with dark framed glasses smiles at me and asks me for my name. I answer, smiling back and she hands me an envelope filled with documents. It sounds easy so far, but I wish my sister was around so she could help me. However, the older students aren't here today, I'm only surrounded by first graders, and I'm pretty proud to say I look a lot more comfortable with this new life than most of them. The nice lady then tells me to go see the nurse in the other room. I don’t feel sick so I wonder why I should see a nurse… But I obey, without really giving it much thought. After all, it must be a formality.
I enter the room as soon as the nurse is finished with the previous girl. She looks okay, so I guess the nurse didn't gave her a shot. I am relieved. The nurse is pretty and is wearing large white framed glasses. I had never seen white framed glasses before, but they look good on her. 


by Specfiend


„Time to go to the nurse’s office. It’s eyetest time.“ It was the moment Marissa had been dreading. For weeks she had thought of nothing else but the impending eye examination that all sixth years were subjected to, and she was completely dreading it. Well, when you’ve had been trouble seeing for months, coupled with a pathological fear of having to wear glasses, it’s understandable that you would be apprehensive about an exam which will expose your secret faults and force you to do the one thing you’re terrified of. How could she get through it? She had one last ditch attempt at thinking of a plan to convince the nurse that she had perfect eyesight. But, short of memorising the chart, or dropping dead (that option was growing more and more appealing by the second) she couldn’t think of a way to pull it off. They were going in alphabetical order and Marissa listened to the girl in front of her, a girl from a different class, recite the letters from the chart. Carefully, she stored them all in her brain, proud of herself for her memory skills.

Stories about Deborah 3

Deborah by CZski

posted 30 December 1999 10:31

Up until I moved back to the U.S. just a few months ago, I was a contributing editor to the MIRROR, so I will relate as much of the wonderful story about Bobby's stunning photos of Deborah as I can, but I cannot go into any great detail, nor can I reveal any personal information (last names, addresses, etc.) about either Deborah or Bobby. I have been privileged to know both of them as very close friends for quite some time, mainly because I have interviewed each of them many times for my MIRROR articles, and also because I am quite myopic myself (my script is: R -12.50 - 2.50 ax 180 and L -12.00 -2.50 ax 180) and sometimes wear glasses with 1/2" thick plastic lenses instead of my regular soft contact lenses.

Susan’s story - part 4

by Susan

Whether to have a child or not was a difficult decision for Susan. On the one hand, she was conscious of the dangers involved, particularly the potential worsening of her eyesight.

On the other, she (and Charles) had long planned to have three children. This was an ideal that had sustained them both throughout their marriage and Susan's previous experience of childbirth was so positive that, deep down, she knew she wanted another baby.

Nevertheless, before she committed herself, she decided to seek further expert advice. Susan spoke to her local doctor and through him obtained an appointment with a consultant at London's major eye hospital.

In many ways, the tests proved as inconclusive as before. Yes, the specialist said, there appeared to be some connection between pregnancy, its immediate aftermath and the worsening in Susan's eyesight. The information received from her optician suggested this worsening lay in the range of about minus 5 dioptres over each three-year period during and after childbirth.

Susan’s story - part 3

Susan’s story - part 3

by Susan

To read the previous part click here.

Susan entered into her 30s with an extraordinary sense of optimism. She was the mother of a beautiful daughter, Emma.

She and Charles were happy together and loved each other, or at least that's how it seemed to her. Susan felt fit and healthy. Thanks to near-daily exercise with a personal trainer, plus her own gym workouts, her figure was svelte and trim.

Gradually, since she and Charles moved into the family home a few years earlier, she started making a few friends in the surrounding area. Her circle of friends was expanding and she was invited round for morning teas, took part as a volunteer in various toddler and then nursery groups. Everyone said that she was extremely good with children, and not just her own.

The only minor cloud on the horizon was Charles' totally unreasonable refusal to accept that his wife was severely short-sighted. Her last prescription, when she turned 30, was R-11.25, L-11.75, which meant she could not function effectively without either glasses or contact lenses.
But when she tried to talk to Charles about it, Susan felt as if she had hit a brick wall. He would point-blank ignore any remark she made about her eyesight. If he caught her wearing her glasses for any reason, Charles would either walk out of the room or throw a temper tantrum - and then sulk for the rest of the day.

Susan’s story - part 2

This is my next instalment. After packing the older kids off to school and my young one to nursery, I had a few hours of free time on my hands. Somehow, I felt an intense urge to write. It's almost as if by telling this story, part of me is becoming liberated.
Readers of this instalment can judge its merits. I'm off to pick up the youngest. Take care.

To read the first part: click here

Susan’s story - part 2

by Susan

The alarm went off at 7 am, but Susan had been awake for hours already. This was the most important day of her life and she'd had a restless night, waking and then falling back into a restless slumber. 
But the clock's buzzing did mean she had to get up. Susan was getting married today and there were still lots of things to do before the church ceremony started.
Wearily, she reached out to the bedside table and picked up her glasses. Slipping them on, she slid out of bed and reached for her dressing gown.
The gown didn't fit her very well any more - and it was one of those now-thoroughly unfashionable bobbly things, in faded pink. That was one of the drawbacks of sleeping at home on the night before the wedding: the clothes left behind after years of living away were unlikely to win many catwalk awards. But it would do for today and in any event, within a few hours Susan would be dressed up to the nines.

Susan’s story - part 1

By Susan
(saved and sent by Jules)

She was 15 when Susan first noticed her eyesight was becoming a little weak. At first it was fairly minor: a slight blurriness when she looked at things a little distance away, like a blackboard, or at the cinema, or watching television.
It was easy to compensate for. You just screw your eyes up a little, or move a bit closer to the screen, or sit nearer to the TV.
When it started, Susan just thought it was a bit of a nuisance. Few people at school noticed anyway.
And her mum only made a few comments: "Susan, what's the matter with you, get your head away from the telly, other people are trying to watch it."

But then things became worse. Susan noticed that if she was waiting for a bus she couldn't see the number until it came quite close. If she arranged to meet someone in town on Saturday, she wouldn't see them until they called out to her. Going into a café on her own became a bit of a problem, especially when lights were dim, making it hard to recognise people.

U haul

author unknown

Finally, Mary could just sit with her usual exhaustion in silence. The girls had quieted. Outside, evening traffic slowed and accelerated at a stop sign one floor down. She glanced around the barren room – no memories there. It wasn't always this way, she remembered: A young new wife/an ambitious enlisted man – an evening on the couch meant passion not loneliness. That had died long ago. But the marriage lingered until one day he just didn't return - leaving her and their 3 girls displaced from family, friends and belongings in this god–forsaken dump. Today, just an hour’s drive up the hill, the storage bin filled with her family’s possessions had been auctioned off. Some lucky buyer could sell her diamond and gold band. She would have sold them, too. The girls needed exams – more expensive glasses. She’d hold out. Her vision was practically worthless anyway.