Seeing is Believing

My optometrist was a major feature of the last week. I've had reading glasses for a couple of years, but treated them as a minor inconvenience. Lately, though, I've been noticing a fair bit of eye-strain and some blurring of my distance vision. I made an appointment to have my eyes checked. The news was not good. Not only had my close vision deteriorated--as might be expected at my age--but so had my distance vision. The glasses I'd been prescribed weren't quite right. That, combined with my passion for small details of fibre, meant that my eyes were sacrificing their ability to focus at a distance and locking into the close work. I was prescribed not one, not two, but three different pairs of glasses to cope with the demands on my vision. I got a spare pair thrown in for good measure. Now I have glasses for reading, knitting and other close work; another pair for weaving and computer work and yet another pair for teaching and other situations where I need to change quickly from close to distant focus. Phew! This is going to take some getting used to, quite apart from how long it will take my budget to recover from the shock.

This morning was the first test of my new regime. This is black t-shirt dress-up number two: 16 different tiny blue buttons. I originally planned to range them all neatly around the neckline, but by the time I got to half way I rebelled and scattered the rest in a zig-zag pattern. I stitched for an hour solid: black thread on black fabric.
No eye-strain, no locking . . . seeing is not only believing, it's relieving!