Glasses

I've finally succombed and taken up the prescription for glasses. It's an age forty five thing. I've been in denial for some time for the following reasons:

• Fear that wearing glasses will make my eyes lazy& I will become dependant
• Conviction that I can see perfectly well
• Glasses cost a ****** fortune
• Yet another opportunity to lose, misplace or break something
• Anyway, glasses won't help me see in the dark

All of the above reasons are of course good ones.
At the optician's, not a single style suited me, and not a single price.
J-C came into the bedroom as I was reading in bed, wearing them for the first time. He did a visible double take.
'It is like having a different women' he said. At this I frowned over my glasses in a corrective manner.
'If you go and see the childrens' teachers wearing those, you certainly will be taken for a serious woman' he said. In France, being considered 'serious' is the highest compliment. In England, it is taken as a sign that something is wrong.
The next day B saw me wearing them. 'I like your glasses Mummy' he said, 'You look like a Grandma'.
R has not noticed them at all. Could this be because he himself needs glasses?