When I was young, and dare I say arrogant and foolish, I used to joke to family members about being the only one with “perfect” vision. Well, my sense of humor has come around to bite me on the butt! It may have taken 30 plus years but finally I’m paying the price for my arrogance.
Before we moved to Arizona I was beginning to get the hint that maybe my reading and stitching was becoming more difficult but I attributed that to poor lighting more than anything else. I ended up with reading glasses shortly after we moved. The prescription was MILD and I didn’t think much of it since I could pick up stronger reading glasses at the local drugstore.
Then about two years ago I had my eyes checked again and was shocked to learn that now needed BIFOCALS. I wasn’t shocked but still bifocals? I ended up with two pairs of glasses, everyday and reading. After talking with the optometrist, it was decided this was the best choice to allow me to stitch for long periods of time without a problem. After my glasses arrived, I started getting blinding headaches when I wore them. DH assured me I would adjust to the much stronger prescriptions. He was wrong. I had to go back and get me prescriptions cut in half strength wise because my brain couldn’t handle what my eyes actually needed.
So, the readjusted glasses came in and I sat down to stitch. Imagine my shock, surprise, disappointment, disgust (pick the adjective of your choice) when I still could see the holes in my fabric to stitch without the magnifying glass. Grinning and bearing it, I managed to do some stitching here and there with my reading glasses and magnifying glass but it had ceased to become an enjoyable activity. In fact, lets be honest it became more and more stressful.
Now, fast forward to today where I have two pieces I’ve promised to stitch for my parents. I’ve started one piece three times and all three times I’ve had to rip out all the stitching and start over. The second piece has just been one time ripping out stitches. And why, you might be wondering, am I frogging so often on what is not a complicated pattern? BECAUSE I CAN’T SEE THE DAMN FABRIC TO COUNT CORRECTLY!
Things have gotten so bad that I’m going to grid, yes you read that correctly GRID, the fabric so my count will be accurate. Of course, I won’t be gridding anything until I go to the optometrist in the middle of June and the new glasses come in. I mean, what would be the point?
So, to my family members that wear glasses, I apologize from the bottom of my heart for being an insensitive prick growing up sometimes.