That lovely piece above is the source for this posting. The piece is a quickie from the Lizzie Kate collection that I started around Easter this year, with every intention of finishing it in time for Easter. And then the reality of wearing bifocals, approaching your forty-fifth birthday, and comfort collided and decided to make me, and by extension my husband, a frustrated blonde ball of angst roaming the house.
Earlier this year I ordered a floor magnifying lamp with a gooseneck and the option to convert to a table lamp. It is lightweight and provides good lighting and magnification. It was perfect for stitching. With a new prescription for bifocals in hand, a good powerful stitching lamp, and anticipation I pulled out all of those languishing WIP’s and gleefully intended to stitch to my heart’s content. I had plenty of WIP’s to pick from: the two pieces I promised I would stitch for my mother several years ago, the piece I started for my husband many years ago, and the various pieces I’ve started and haven’t finished over the years.
I was excited and eager so you can understand my frustration when the lamp was not everything I wanted it to be and the constant crick in my back and neck was not conducive to productive stitching. So, I stopped stitching until I could figure out a solution about two weeks prior to Easter this year. I left my stitching in full view of myself, knowing it would serve to motive me to be productive about finding a solution. Nothing I tried worked however. Even with bifocals, I can’t see 32 count fabric with the ease I could a decade ago. Heck, 28 count fabric isn’t much better and again, bifocals alone won’t let me stitch without a lot of frogging. And if the end result of stitching is frogging over 50% of the stitches, what is the point?
Things came to a head Monday afternoon, the urge to stitch was just overwhelming. I once again tried to stitch. The lamp I knew wasn’t going to work so I tried the clip-on light and magnifier I had. It wasn’t powerful enough. I still couldn’t see those little holes and I certainly couldn’t believe that less than six months from receipt of the new prescription and glasses, my eyesight had changed that dramatically. I silently fumed and was quietly in a mood.
Luckily for me, I am married to a man who thinks in three dimensions and knows when it is time to engineer a solution because I’m truly baffled. Thus he put his redneck ingenuity to good use and in less than ten minutes he engineered a simple solution to a problem that has baffled me for months.
It isn’t a beautiful solution but it is a fully functional solution which is far more important to me than it’s aesthetic beauty. Hubby promises that he can make it look better but hell, all I care about is that it functions and I can now stitch in comfort for hours on end. Sangria fully approves since she can now stretch out and sleep next to me while I stitch.
The overall beauty of this functional solution is that when I finally find an occasional chair I like, the magnifier lamp will still work perfectly. I could care less about the table top functionality of the lamp, I’ve never been one to sit at a table and stitch. So I’m off to get some cleaning done and then I’m stitching!