When I tried them on today it was interesting because I was wearing my contact lens. Notice I said lens, not lenses, I only wear one because my brain only listens to one of my eyes. So I put the glasses on, closed my good eye and looked with the other (my brain will listen to that eye if the other one isn't available) and said they'd do. The lovely assistant said they really look nice and I laughed. I said that with this prescription the lenses look like coke bottle bottoms and I only wear my glasses at night, at home, otherwise I wear my contact lens.
Saying that triggered a memory and when I told Mac about it, I teared up and almost cried. For when my Mom was dying, before I could get to see her one last time, she kept asking my sisters where the little girl with the coke bottle glasses was. So sad, but as Mac said, it meant she was thinking of me.