I am back in the saddle.
If you’ve forgotten, here is a view of the central control station.
Where all of the good stuff happens.
And some of the bad.
All nice and tidy and ready and waiting.
I keep thinking I would like to get myself a proper jewelry bench.
I like the idea of getting a benchmate system, and having my work right there in front of me with an area to catch all of the droppings.
But, I like my table, and I don’t think I necessarily want to do everything at shoulder height.
When I do want to do things more at eye level I have my super eye level descending chair to fall back on.
With its cunningly clever descender lever which can instantly take me from this
in the blink of an eye.
A much cheaper solution.
However I might soon have to invest in a more expensive super eye level descending chair as the one I purchased from target for $25 is beginning to adjust itself whenever it chooses to, and I find that unbeknown to me I’ve gradually been lowered at an imperceptible rate until I’m at a, hang on what’s happening here, height to the floor.
Which always surprises me that I haven’t noticed until either P comes in to bring me a cup of tea or, more likely, ask me when the h*@# I’m coming in for the night, or suddenly something just doesn’t feel right.
It’s at this point that I feel either supremely proud of my clever improvisation, or slightly embarrassed as it seems I’ve unwittingly become the height of a small elf…
Here’s the run down on my first day at my table.
If you’re wondering, I’d put too much flux on the piece here.
Veritably flooded it actually.
Oh well… life goes on.