I’m joining the Cherished Blogfest here. Cherished Blogfest is open to all bloggers who want to write about something that or someone who they cherish.
I wrote this post last week meaning to join the blogfest over the weekend, but I failed to meet the deadline.
However, with a hat tip to Joanne for letting me know, TPTB* have extended the Cherished Blogfest deadline to Sunday October 22nd so I’m in. Better late than never! Why not join in, too?
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This is my first grade school photo.
First you’ll notice that the photographer didn’t manage to center me in the frame. I was a wiggly little girl, so– you know.
Then you’ll notice that my white cotton blouse collar is going one direction while my itchy wool plaid jumper is going in a different direction.
Clothes horse, never been one.
If you’re still looking at the photo, and I do hope that you are, you’ll notice that I’m wearing spectacles.
Granted, they were dorky, unfashionable ones made of the strongest plastic available and were the cheapest ones on the rack at the doctor’s office– but I cherished these glasses.
And here’s why: my vision was lousy and it wasn’t until I got my first pair of spectacles that I actually began to see the world around me.
I mean, who knew that the green blob up on top of the tree trunk was actually lots of little green leaves?
Or that billboards along the highway had words and faces on them, not just random and abstract colorful smudges?
Again, not me.
Now I realize that many, many kids [and adults] hate eyeglasses– for whatever reasons. But I’m not one of them. I think spectacles are one of the best things on earth, having the power to instantly, safely connect a person with their environment, whether it be natural or bookish.
And because of that power, to this day I cherish my eyeglasses for what they have, and I hope continue to do, for me.
In fact, I respect my spectacles so much I even named my blog after them. You, my gentle readers, do realize that you’re reading The Spectacled Bean, right? 😎
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