Lady P's 1954 diary of a contact lens.

In 1954 when my mother was 25 years old she went to Italy where they were experimenting with a more progressive type of contact lens, no longer blown glass shells! After nineteen appointments in twelve days, she was presented with a small velvet box, in which her new contact lenses sat, like perfect jewels. A few years later, after marrying my father, she woke one night to hear him gargling and swallowing the damn things…

I thought you might be interested by parts of her diary written during those days in Rome, from the American Ambassadress who sits on the floor to the serious seating arrangements of actors over aristocrats…