Above is yours truly with my new glasses ... or at least new to my head. I bought them in June when we were on the road, and they've effectively been sitting in my dresser waiting for me to get around to getting an update on my prescription. (One of the vagaries of age: your eyes don't get any better!)
I bought the frames at a stall at the Brooklyn Flea, the one in Fort Greene, to be precise. It's quite the event: dozens of vendors, with everything under the (hot) sun, from records to lemonade to pickles to robot collections to belts ... and on and on. That day, there were at least three vendors selling frames. My colleague Kathryn had recommended the stop, and I'm glad we went. The frames are a good fit, and it's nice that they were a good buy, too.