Homemade Face Masks


I’ve been making fabric face masks for a few weeks now.  I do this mostly on the weekends when I’m not at work and have more time.  They are going just as fast as I can make them.  Today I took half a dozen into a local pharmacy and the girls there about cried because they were so happy to have them.

I’m not on the front lines of the COVID-19 horror, thank heavens.  I think that we all have an obligation to do what we can.  This I can do.  I’ve asked my co-workers for fabric donations and have had a good response.

With the change in attitude about whether or not we should wear face masks in public, it won’t be long before it will be mandatory in the US.  These masks will also ease the demand for medical masks needed for health care workers.

If you Google homemade face masks, you’ll find lots of different patterns.  YouTube also has some good how-to videos.

If we all pitch in and do what we can to get through this, it will be less painful for everyone and be over with sooner rather than later.

Stay Safe, Stay Well and Stay Home.

Thank you for joining me on this journey.  Penny ❤

 

The Angels Will Dance


“We can all be angels to one another. We can choose to obey the still small stirring within, the little whisper that says, ‘Go. Ask. Reach out. Be an answer to someone’s plea. You have a part to play. Have faith.’ We can decide to risk that He is indeed there, watching, caring, cherishing us as we love and accept love. The world will be a better place for it. And wherever they are, the angels will dance.”

-Joan Wester Anderson AUTHOR

Making A Difference


If you ever feel small, or unimportant.  If you ever feel that your place in this world doesn’t matter.  It Does Matter.  You Matter.   You touch more lives than you realize.  Your small acts of kindness or compassion, the few moments you take to extend a hand or your heart, can change a person’s life for the better.  YOU, make a difference.

Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson

C – Commiserate


Fire

This is my version of the A to Z challenge. 

C

Commiserate

Meaning: To feel or express sympathy or compassion.

I lost a dear friend of mine a couple of years ago.  I miss her terribly.  You know, that type of friend that will let you whine and cry on their shoulder if need be and all the while commiserate with you.

I like to think that I was that kind of friend to her too.

On a Friday or Saturday evening, we would buy the adult beverage of our choice, sit around her fire pit watching the fire and solve all the world’s problems.

The pleasure here was very simple.  Just the pleasure of another’s company and the freedom knowing that you can express yourself in any way you see fit.  We both knew that those “gab fests” would stay strictly between us and go no further.

We also knew that neither of us would be judged by whatever words managed to slur their way out of our mouths.  There were a few times, the next morning, I would shake my head, smiling at where the conversation had taken us.

The journey I was on with this woman was one of discovery.  Having someone you can talk to this freely was liberating.  I found myself realizing things about myself that I never knew before.

They say that the easiest person in the world to lie to is yourself.  We’ve all done it.

There were many “aha” moments for both of us.  Through this process, I think we both did some growing.

I miss this woman.  She was a good friend.