That’s all I do.
The end.
Ok, that’s not the end.
My mask creations have all been donated to medical workers, nursing homes, my island neighbors.
My favorite part about making these is using up scraps of fabric I’ve had for ages. And I get to release the tension of the day of not feeling like I’m doing enough for my kids.
There will be a need for them for a long while and as long as my hands don’t give out on me and my son doesn’t ruin my sewing machine by taking it apart while I’m not looking, I’ll keep sewing into the wee hours after he conks out in the middle of Stuart Little.
