Mary-Helen’s story (in the comments on my last post) reminded me how I came to be wearing them – and it’s a very similar story to her’s.
The opthalmic surgeon I visited as a child was a “leading light” in the opthalmic world for his work on contact lens. He recommended that I wear them as soon as I was able to be responsible for them as it would give me much better vision. My parents had a small endowment policy of some kind which matured on my 16th birthday and they said I could have that for the lens. It was sixty pounds, and the lens cost 62 (oh, what a memory I have!). Sixty pounds, incidentally, would have been more than three times the average weekly wage at the time.
So on Valentine’s Day (I even remember that) at 16.5 years I got my first pair of lens. And I could get rid of the dreadful pebbled glasses. I’ve never worn them since. AND I’ve never lost a lens (well I lost one for about 48 hours once but it turned up in the butter dish!).
I also remember that my second pair, about 4 years later, only cost 20 pounds because presumably in the meantime, mass production had been introduced because of the demand.
So once again, I was a trend setter.