This is what you’ve driven me to. I’m fucking sewing.
I’ve gotta admit, I thought that having crafty friends and family would mean I didn’t have to do this. But hear I am at 11:15 pm on a Sunday, with pins and needles, patterns and filters, trying to fashion a mask I can live with when I have to go out. There’s work, twice a week, I need to go into the office, ’cause there’s stuff I can’t do at home that somehow still needs to get done. And the grocery store, social event of the season.
a shout-out to the chicks in the Target parking lot today, sitting twenty feet away in the back of their minivans, chatting.