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 ❤
-Joan Wester Anderson AUTHOR
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
This is my version of the A to Z challenge.
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.
random musings of me
Experiencing life through words
Thoughts (random and intended) from a writer and poet.
Poetry, stories and strange odds and ends from the desk of a writer
Full-time daydreamer, half-time paranoid.
Philosophy is all about being curious, asking basic questions. And it can be fun!
Let the mermaids in my teacup distract us for a while
#Kindness Changes Everything
Positive propaganda in the time of Corona
In order to “live” the dream, you just “be” the dream.
At Least Trying Too
Blogging about Life as it comes
Founder of the Three Things Method of Storytelling, Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene
Books and Stuff
Smile;) Its daisy
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