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So tonight I decided to get out an old counted cross-stitch project. Old, as in I put it away when elder daughter (the one who's working on getting her driver's license) was about two. Haven't done any since, until today.
First discovery: I can no longer use a size 26 needle because I can't see to thread it anymore. S'okay, I can use a 22.
Second discovery: 25-count linen is VERY difficult to work with. Even when holding it about 3 inches from my nose.
Third discovery: I really resent this bodily mutiny. Yes, I've known for years that my eyes are not what they were. It's still an awful feeling.
I considered switching to a larger count fabric but I like how it looks. (I think. I'm starting to doubt anything my eyes feed me.)
So I guess I go for a brighter light and some magnifying glasses, see what that does.
Old, old, I am getting old.
First discovery: I can no longer use a size 26 needle because I can't see to thread it anymore. S'okay, I can use a 22.
Second discovery: 25-count linen is VERY difficult to work with. Even when holding it about 3 inches from my nose.
Third discovery: I really resent this bodily mutiny. Yes, I've known for years that my eyes are not what they were. It's still an awful feeling.
I considered switching to a larger count fabric but I like how it looks. (I think. I'm starting to doubt anything my eyes feed me.)
So I guess I go for a brighter light and some magnifying glasses, see what that does.
Old, old, I am getting old.
