Still In Production

I'm sewing from sun up to way after sundown.  So many requests for masks.  I am so glad that people are beginning to understand to make this thing go away we all need to make sure that we are keeping ourselves and everyone else safe.

Our little army keeps chugging along.

Oh, the stories that I could tell.  I am going to tell you some from just today because my mind is running at top speed and I am afraid that I might forget them by tomorrow.

Story One

Just in the last three days, 216 masks have been picked up from the front porch.  There have been headbands and 'extenders' too.  I have used all of my white thread and I believe all of my black thread. The second shipment of 1/4" elastic is long gone.  We have almost used all the elastic hair ties.  I am making 1/2" bias tape from two-inch strips of fabric.  And our fabric is running low even after two generous amounts of fabric that have been left at the door.  We are totally out of men's fabric.  I have used the wrong side of some of the fabric to make the right side of the men's mask.  You do what you gotta do.  It never fails that out of the woodwork someone I don't know have something they want to donate to the cause.  And it is almost all the time exactly what we are needing.  Hmm. Imagine that.  Around here we call that a God Thing.

A lady picked up her masks and then told me her son had made some extenders with his 3D printer.  He made 100 of them.  The shortly showed up on our porch.  His name is Micahel Wilson.  And he tells me that he is making shields also.

 Story Two

My sister-in-law heard that this week our church is donating all the funds from our U>i Campaign to Feed Our Flock.

Since being in Self-Quanatine now for 54 days, Mark has learned to use his credit card and shop online.  He has always known how to do that but now he has mastered the skill.  He now orders groceries online just about every day it seems.  I have threatened to take the credit card away from him because all the pantries are full to overflowing and the shelves in the garage are fully stocked.  We don't have anywhere else to store any more food. Yesterday a box of applesauce came in cute little packagings.  I thought he's just giving something new a try. because he eats applesauce on his oatmeal every morning.  Then a box came with Pop-Tarts and Nutri-Grain bars.  I like Pop-Tarts and Michael likes Nutri-Grain Bars so that wasn't too much off the path.  But I told him that's enough.  Then today came a HUGE box filled with Cheezits, Pretzels, Fruit Roll-Ups, Cheez-Its, Nature Valley bars, Ramen...

We can't figure all this food out.  Mark is in the doghouse and then he gets this look on his face that I can't describe.  He says he knows where it came from...Lisa (our sister-in-law) from St Mary's Medical Center.

Story Three

I am checking on the Little Free Library and I find a note from my friend Alice.  She reads books from the library and then gives me a brief book report.  I love it!  She reads a book then some of them she donates to the LFL.  While I am reading the note she left today a man drives up and asks me if I know where The Mask Lady lives.  Funny, the Mask Lady.  I love it!  I give him two masks and he makes a generous donation.  Amazing!! e blesses me and is on his way.

Everyone has been so generous.  With getting supplies and the leaving donations.  But this one makes me cry...I mean the ugly cry.  

Story Four

I am sitting at the sewing machine and out of the corner of my eye, I see on the RING doorbell a lady searching for her mask package.  I knock on the window and ask if I can help her.  She tells me the name and I give her a general idea when her bag is.  She is still having trouble because the names on the baggies are hard to see.  I crack the door and she immediately backs off the porch.  I help her find it and she begins to tell me her story. She has come all the way from Bethel to gets masks. She has COPD and she is caring for her nephew who has cancer.  Her mom is ill also and she is taking them to all their doctor appointments and only has the mask that the dr gave her a few weeks ago.  She has been wearing the same paper mask for weeks.  I immediately go back into the house and get her three more (the last masks in our stockpile).  As she is walking down the sidewalk she says back to me that she will be back to give me a donation when her SSI check comes in.  But she did leave an envelope.  She apologizes all over herself for not leaving more.  Oh, this would have been a great hug!  It reminds me of the story in the Bible about the widow and her last mite.  I will never forget it!

Those look like Laundromat quarters to me.

Today has been a very emotional day for me.  I am drained!  I pulled a  pitiful grandma a bit ago.  I got on Marco Polo and kinda, sorta, maybe begged the Wammyville parents to bring their kids by so we could see them.  You know the one where the grandma is all teary, can hardly talk, and asks to see the grandkids/yahoos because she misses them so.  I did it.  I'm guilty and the plea is so pitiful and it is not pretty.

I'm sewing from sun up to way after sundown.  So many requests for masks.  I am so glad that people are beginning to understand to make this thing go away we all need to make sure that we are keeping ourselves and everyone else safe.

Our little army keeps chugging along.

Oh, the stories that I could tell.  I am going to tell you some from just today because my mind is running at top speed and I am afraid that I might forget them by tomorrow.

Story One

Just in the last three days, 216 masks have been picked up from the front porch.  There have been headbands and 'extenders' too.  I have used all of my white thread and I believe all of my black thread. The second shipment of 1/4" elastic is long gone.  We have almost used all the elastic hair ties.  I am making 1/2" bias tape from two-inch strips of fabric.  And our fabric is running low even after two generous amounts of fabric that have been left at the door.  We are totally out of men's fabric.  I have used the wrong side of some of the fabric to make the right side of the men's mask.  You do what you gotta do.  It never fails that out of the woodwork someone I don't know have something they want to donate to the cause.  And it is almost all the time exactly what we are needing.  Hmm. Imagine that.  Around here we call that a God Thing.

A lady picked up her masks and then told me her son had made some extenders with his 3D printer.  He made 100 of them.  The shortly showed up on our porch.  His name is Micahel Wilson.  And he tells me that he is making shields also.

 Story Two

My sister-in-law heard that this week our church is donating all the funds from our U>i Campaign to Feed Our Flock.

Since being in Self-Quanatine now for 54 days, Mark has learned to use his credit card and shop online.  He has always known how to do that but now he has mastered the skill.  He now orders groceries online just about every day it seems.  I have threatened to take the credit card away from him because all the pantries are full to overflowing and the shelves in the garage are fully stocked.  We don't have anywhere else to store any more food. Yesterday a box of applesauce came in cute little packagings.  I thought he's just giving something new a try. because he eats applesauce on his oatmeal every morning.  Then a box came with Pop-Tarts and Nutri-Grain bars.  I like Pop-Tarts and Michael likes Nutri-Grain Bars so that wasn't too much off the path.  But I told him that's enough.  Then today came a HUGE box filled with Cheezits, Pretzels, Fruit Roll-Ups, Cheez-Its, Nature Valley bars, Ramen...

We can't figure all this food out.  Mark is in the doghouse and then he gets this look on his face that I can't describe.  He says he knows where it came from...Lisa (our sister-in-law) from St Mary's Medical Center.

Story Three

I am checking on the Little Free Library and I find a note from my friend Alice.  She reads books from the library and then gives me a brief book report.  I love it!  She reads a book then some of them she donates to the LFL.  While I am reading the note she left today a man drives up and asks me if I know where The Mask Lady lives.  Funny, the Mask Lady.  I love it!  I give him two masks and he makes a generous donation.  Amazing!! e blesses me and is on his way.

Everyone has been so generous.  With getting supplies and the leaving donations.  But this one makes me cry...I mean the ugly cry.  

Story Four

I am sitting at the sewing machine and out of the corner of my eye, I see on the RING doorbell a lady searching for her mask package.  I knock on the window and ask if I can help her.  She tells me the name and I give her a general idea when her bag is.  She is still having trouble because the names on the baggies are hard to see.  I crack the door and she immediately backs off the porch.  I help her find it and she begins to tell me her story. She has come all the way from Bethel to gets masks. She has COPD and she is caring for her nephew who has cancer.  Her mom is ill also and she is taking them to all their doctor appointments and only has the mask that the dr gave her a few weeks ago.  She has been wearing the same paper mask for weeks.  I immediately go back into the house and get her three more (the last masks in our stockpile).  As she is walking down the sidewalk she says back to me that she will be back to give me a donation when her SSI check comes in.  But she did leave an envelope.  She apologizes all over herself for not leaving more.  Oh, this would have been a great hug!  It reminds me of the story in the Bible about the widow and her last mite.  I will never forget it!

Those look like Laundromat quarters to me.

Today has been a very emotional day for me.  I am drained!  I pulled a  pitiful grandma a bit ago.  I got on Marco Polo and kinda, sorta, maybe begged the Wammyville parents to bring their kids by so we could see them.  You know the one where the grandma is all teary, can hardly talk, and asks to see the grandkids/yahoos because she misses them so.  I did it.  I'm guilty and the plea is so pitiful and it is not pretty.