On dog walks, of course, I wouldn’t dream of wearing my black velvet loafers. I wear sneakers. On days like today they get wet in pretty short order, but I still prefer them to my clunky waterproof ankle boots.
I get dressed upon waking. That’s a routine I’ve had for years, in part because I bathe in the afternoon and not first thing like most people. It seems more important than ever to stick to that. Sometimes, I take my bra off after dinner. With some satisfaction, I’ll fling it over my head in the direction of the staircase. That’s a tiny departure from routine.
Finn, in his own manner of sticking to routines, ate through the pocket of K’s good Gortex rain jacket two days ago — prompted only by the residual smell of treats. Damn! Do you know how expensive Gortex is? The only jacket I’ve had made of the stuff used to belong to one of the boys.
At some point in this mask making process, I’ve decided, I’ll ask for donations. If for nothing else, to cover the cost of thread, which as my fellow stitchers know, is not cheap!
I may make EIGHT today and still have time for afternoon edits. Starting Netflix series “The Stranger” for entertainment — pretty good, so far. Thankfully K is not like me. I cannot write with background talking or music playing, but he can. Ours is an open floor plan.
2. Lay two rectangles right sides together. Position third on top (it will end up inside).
3. Cut two strips of 1/4″ elastic, 7.5″
4. With right sides together and inner layer resting on top, sew all the way around except for a three inch opening for turning. Secure ends of elastic into corners of the short dimension, taking care not to catch elastic as you sew one end to another.
5. Turn “envelope” right side out
6. Pin three pleats on each end
6. Top stitch around twice.
There are other more complicated versions, but my pea brain needed something simple. (This mask example doesn’t demonstrate the inner layer).
1. The guy who my son was supervising this week who is symptomatic and in quarantine doesn’t qualify for testing — meaning C won’t know definitely whether he’s been exposed. The good news is that, being in a lab, both had protective equipment on.
2. My brother reported that the CTs that he’s seeing of PUI’s (persons under investigation) are routinely showing alarmingly damaged lungs.