And there, my friends, you see my fourth attempt at a mask. The loops are a bit too short and it looks like it was sewn but a Home-Ec drop-out.
My third attempt looked good but the loops were entirely too short. It would work for a child. With a big face. Whose ears are close to that big face.
I think I'm going to take that mask and cut the loops off and sew on straps that tie.
Jesus. Why do I suck at this so much? ME! The girl who made her prom dress from a Vogue wedding dress pattern!
Oh wait. I'm not that girl anymore. I'm an old woman who has old woman/global pandemic brain.
Tomorrow's another day. Maybe I'll get started before three in the afternoon which is when I finally finish doing everything I do before I sit down to sew. "Everything I do" means, uh, well, I don't know. But I fucking do it! Whatever that is.
I get 'er done.
And I'm proud of that.
I think the main thing I did today was to make Mr. Moon some pimento cheese. This has become his go-to snack. Pimento cheese and Ritz crackers.
Here is my recipe for pimento cheese:
Grate a lot of cheese. Open a jar of pimentos. If they are not chopped up but are in longish strips, chop them up. Add as many or as few as you want. Add in a goodly amount of Miracle Whip and maybe some mayonnaise. Mix it up good. See if you like it. If you don't, add more Miracle Whip. If you do, eat some on crackers or bread. Put the rest in a leftover container and store in the refrigerator. If you want to get all gourmet and shit, add some garlic powder and curry powder to taste. Spread a nice layer on slices of bread and toast until it's all melty and toasty.
Well, it's Friday and Mr. Moon and I just had a very nice martini conversation with Lon and Lis. We discussed all the usual things- gardening and food and what really matters in this life and how we can't wait to be able to get together again in real life. As we were talking, I noticed that a little Carolina Wren was bringing food to the watering can hanging on the kitchen porch where I'd seen the makings of a nest earlier. Turns out that a lady wren is sitting on some eggs. Lon told us a beautiful story about watering his mustard greens and having a hummingbird come and bathe in the spray of the hose for a very long time, two feet away from him.
The church next door is wailing. The chickens are having their last scratch of the day. It's cool and supposed to get down to 48 degrees tonight. Tomorrow the little chicks are going to move outside into the baby coop and that is the way it's going to be. I'm about to make stir fry with leftover steak and lots of vegetables including these.
As we all agreed on the phone call- we are the lucky ones.
Happy Friday, y'all.