Conversation overheard by my optometrist.
“What do you think of my new glasses?”
“They look Zafrish.”
Hmm, my name’s an adjective. I think it should be spelled with two f’s: Zaffrish.
Zaffrish, huh? Well try these on! Vintage Geoffrey Beene optyl frame, mint condition, found in a drawer under the counter at Nella Sarabia’s shop at UP Dilimall. Apparently it had been lying there since the 1970s, unsold, waiting for me to come along. Since my traditional evil librarian look has been coopted by frame manufacturers, I’m switching to giant frames. Very Henry Kissinger, and you need a big face to carry them.