Shortly after piecing the two pandemic tops, my Mom, age 96 asked me to make her some masks to wear when she went to doctors appointments. I started right away. It was fiddly, but I figured out what worked for me. And I found I loved mask making.
The first three I did, I sent to my Mom.
Unfortunately, before they arrived, she fell ill with the COVID virus, and succumbed.
I’ve made about 300 masks so far, trying to entice some of the mask-resisters in our community to adopt this protective covering. I give them all away.
A week after my mother died, we found a new house. I had been wanting to downsize, and this was a perfect opportunity, and a house I loved. I had owned it once before and bought it again. I can see the bayou, and watch the sunlight change throughout the day. My husband loves the new yard, and is already enjoying the challenges of a new landscape. The move seriously cut into my quilting time 🙂
My new quilting room, much smaller – I had to give away a lot of my fabric collection, and some of the rest I am using for masks.
View from my sewing table 🙂
It’s such a strange year, filled with isolation and loss, and also challenge and having a place to live that I love.
World in Stitches 