I always joked that I have the loneliest job in the world, which now turns out to be a blessing. I am working on my projects like I normally do -for me, not much has changed. Perhaps the amount of quilting fabric laying around might seem like a disturbance at a place that normally works only with heavy fabrics and leathers.
I watched my husband coloring a printed easter egg, carefully he chalked the lines of the little flowers in the egg, made sure they all had different colors. Six of our painted eggs hang on our front windows, so the kids could have an easter egg-counting-hunt, by foot, walking with their parents, or riding in the car, because of the moody April weather.
I should write how it all makes me feel, yet I am lost for words. I didn’t expect a call like this, didn’t think I could be of any help, yet I was and it left me with mixed emotions.
Just like all the other stores and workshops in my line of business, they asked me as well. “Could you sew masks, no pay, we provide the material, but we are running out of 1/4″ elastic, perhaps you have some?”