I am sure by now Dennis feels it is going to be a yearly event: tearing apart the sewing studio for a re-make. Now that I know my old sewing table allows me to sew with my arms at a 90 degree angel to the needle, it is sweet. The embroidery unit does work when the machine is lifted; the sides slid in and there is enough elongated room to work beautifully. Well . . . while I was at it, I raised the church tables by a second brick. They are now 34.5″ from the floor rather than the 30″ as they were from the factory. All of these changes should make a huge difference on the back, shoulders, arms, and hands. You cannot possibly move one item without it causing a domino effect. It all gives the arthritis a run for its money. My Dad, R.W., would be proud of the logistics that Dennis and I used today. On the down side, I am too wore out to do any stitching. There is always tomorrow.