A Strange New Day
When I learned to sew over fifty-five years ago I never dreamed I would ever sew face masks. I’ve sewn dresses, coats, men’s pants and shirts and drapes, but never any medical equipment. The first call came a couple of weeks ago from my grandson asking for masks for the company where he works. “How many do you want?” “Forty.” So I set to work. The quarter inch elastic is as scarce as hen’s teeth. After I ran out I…