Oh, I’m getting old(er)!

Turning 48 in less than a week — which isn’t so bad. After all, I’m enjoying my forties a heckuva lot, a WHOLE heckuva lot more than I ever enjoyed my twenties.

But sometimes I pick up on little clues that things aren’t working quite like they once did. I’ve picked up an old hobby, needlework, and suddenly I discover I have to use a little… extra help… seeing. I’m in bifocals as it is, and now I’ve found I have to use an additional magnifier in order to see — to thread my needle, to even find the little holes in the fabric!

It’s a nice little magnifier, hangs on a cord around my neck and props on my chest (okay, on “the shelf”) so I can enjoy its benefits hands-free and constantly. It makes both pattern and fabric (oh! and the eye of the needle!) much easier to find. But I’m rather distressed because I have a sneaking feeling it won’t be long before I’m needing the silly thing to even read!

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