I wasn’t planning on it, but I’m going to be dragging out my sewing machine (Jolene, my modern gal, although I may see about going antique for part of this), dusting out her innards, and putting her to work again on masks.
More. Masks. I’ve already made over 800 of them.
Some of these will be for students and teachers who have no choice but to return to the classroom in August. We haven’t heard yet what our district is going to do, but my inclination is to keep the kids at home for at least the fall semester, regardless of what options are offered. We haven’t talked that through as a family yet though; no sense in having that discussion until we know what the school year looks like. There may not be any option but online (good!)…but we’ll see. There are enough Trumpers in my area that I worry some of them will drive the decision-making on this.
More masks…because so many people couldn’t be arsed to do the right thing from the beginning.
More masks…because Covid-19 is rising in many places, including where my parents and most relatives live, and even my conservative father has asked for a few more.
More masks…because those of us who aren’t selfish still want to protect everyone, and still don’t want to die from decisions made by those who don’t care.
More masks…because not everyone can afford to buy or make their own.
More masks…because maybe if mine are colorful and fun or make a strong statement, one sorta-anti-masker I run across will choose differently the next time they leave the house.
I’d rather be painting or doing more visible mending projects (or even purging my closet). I’d rather keep my fabric stash for things I wanted to make. But here we are. I am incapable of ignoring the ongoing need. It’s not healthy sometimes, but it’s who I am.
I’m not a saint. I hate this. The whole stupid situation sucks. I miss life Before This Shit Started, and I long for After The Pandemic When Life Gets Somewhat Normal-Ish Again At Some Point.
Wear a fucking mask so we don’t have to do this forever, please.