|The original 16 when Joann's was open and |
we they had fabric set aside for mask makers.
If you don't sew, then you won't want the long story. Abridged version:
1. I sewed 16 masks. Joann's was supposed to collect them but then stopped doing that because of stores closing, etc.
2. Worried that the crisis would end BEFORE I donated them (silly me), I found a website called 'mask match'. I mailed my masks to a place in CA. The doc sent me a thank you note a few days ago. Very unexpected.
|This blue fabric was the|
'sky' and the green with
flowers was the 'grass' of the puppet theater
that no one really recalls. Cute, right?
3. My machine broke MINUTES after I cut fabric for 20 more masks from the old puppet theater fabric (green with flowers) that my kids swore they felt no emotional ties to. I can no longer recall where we hung the fabric to make a puppet theater at the old house- did I use a rod? Do I have any photos of them using it? This lack of a memory threatened to make me disproportionately sad, so I decided not to dwell.
4. Coach and I dropped off the machine to repair, but according to the owner -so did 100 other people whose machines were yanked from closets and dusted off and expected to keep up with mask demands.
5. Fearing a lengthy repair, I borrowed a machine from my sis, Ann - just as her photo project demands were becoming unreasonable.
|This is the part that I|
miraculously had two of.
Don't sew?- then this
means nothing to you.
6. Next day a call: 'Your machine is fixed.' I never used Ann's machine, and thought 'Sweet, because I would probably have broken it and THEN she would've been EVEN more mad at me.'
7. Set up my machine and after a bit of sewing the part that the bobbin loads into acted funky and wouldn't behave. Found another part in my bag of mixed parts - many of which are from either of my grandmas, swapped it out with Coach's help, he asked: Do you know what you're doing?
|38 more masks. Almost done.|
I think I will have each person
in the family keep one
and donate the rest.
8. Before swapping the part -I was SUPER FRUSTRATED THAT MY NEWLY FIXED MACHINE WAS NOT WORKING, I did remove Ann's machine from the box (while unleashing a record breaking streak of cuss words) but I was uncertain how to load the thread on hers and soon abandoned that plan - see above: fear of breaking her machine (more bad words - this was quite a night).
9. With new piece inserted, I proceeded to sew but the fix-it place had jazzed up all the settings. The tension was weird - the stitches were all loose and goofy. Putting on my big girl pants aka old lady pants, because WHEN DID I TURN INTO ONE OR BOTH OF MY GRANDMAS? - I adjusted the machine's settings and sewed the next 20 masks with no issues.
|Cutting the blue at the mini snack island in |
the kitchen. Every time I walked away, I tripped
over Tank's size 15 men's shoes.
See them? Ugh.
10. The other night I cut out another 18 masks from the other piece of puppet theater backdrop (blue with stars) - again, refusing to become emotional about this 'not-so cherished' childhood heirloom.
11. Called Joann's because I really preferred to use elastic for the straps - it's faster. The grouchy lady eventually admitted that they just got elastic in. She preferred I buy it online but without a skew # how could I? There were 145 options on the website for elastic and how was I to know which one was in stock because it all said 'out of stock'.
|I still have this sign that my grandma used to hang|
at her craft table when she sold her wares at
church bazaars. And I have a nice collection of tomato
pincushions compliments of my sewing grandmas.
Other than freezing meals in advance of a pandemic and accidentally hiding a case of TP and unintentionally stockpiling hand sanitizer, I DO NOT READ MINDS/SEE INTO THE FUTURE. She sold it to me over the phone, and my turbaned chauffeur and I did curbside pickup an hour later.
Yesterday I got my allergy shots. It was raining. Mini INSISTS on leaning over the wheel like an old woman. Maybe she will one day know the in's and out's of a sewing machine like her mother whose aged mind cannot remember how I created a puppet theater. Thank you, pandemic, for this necessary additional driving practice time.
|My turbaned chauffeur wearing her fluffy|
coat that I think really completes the look.
Note the steering wheel leaning.
12. Mini pulled into Ann's driveway and I hopped out in the rain. Took the machine out of the backseat. Tried to balance the box on my arm while I used the other arm to close the door of the minivan. In the rain - had I mentioned? The box slipped and for a minute I thought I had it recovered and no family ties would be severed permanently. But alas. I dropped the box and it flipped over itself and one side of it landed in the mud at the edge of her driveway. Insert more choice words here.
Mini and I fumbled around in the minivan that still has most seats down because of picking up college kids' stuff near and far. We found a napkin and Kleenexes that may or may not have been used. I worked to wipe the mud that was sort of nestled into the crevices of the corners of the box.
I am confident the machine was fine as it was packed in the sewing machine shaped Styrofoam inserts inside the original box. Me, well - I am just not an original box kind of girl. Cannot figure out why?
I recently suggested that Mini is kinda like Lucy. Well, you know that apple and tree saying? Go ahead, just call me Lucy.