Review

I have had to wear glasses since the age of 14. My first glasses were gold rimmed and now remind me of the wolf dressed up as the grandmother in Little Red Riding Hood. They did me no favours.

Fast-forward a few years and I started opting for black-rimmed, thin wired ones. Then the frames got a bit heavier. And then this happened:

After my toddler broke my favourite pair of glasses I was left with red-rimmed Timmy Mallet ones. Again, they did me no favours. Continue reading »