Daily Mending- January 10th

 Don't be afraid- it's just me.  Weird hair (from couch slouching), neck skin sagging and all.   Daughter dropped off a bag of fabrics from JoAnn's (not what I would choose) and said- make masks please?  And a good friend in Florida had sent me excellent templates.  Even though my first attempts months ago- were frighteningly wrong.  

This Time- the Planets Were Aligned and I actually followed the directions (not questioning them) and I made an excellent mask so quickly- this one- later it got one tuck in each side and now doesn't flare out below the ears.  Fits well, doesn't cling to one's mouth as you breathe etc. And husband took the picture and we sent it and she replied YES!!!.  So I made two more in other fabrics.  Now she is thinking ahead to having to wash them etc.  So needs MORE.  I wash mine in the kitchen sink after each use with antibacterial soap and rinse and it's dry by the next day.  I only ever have needed the one mask.  But then I am not my daughter.

And this was so easy- goodness things work better when one reads directions!!- that I am going up into the Magic Attic to find the vegetables fabrics.  I think I might want to wear a Tomato Mask to the store tomorrow. I think those are butterflies or colorful moths on the one up top. Daughter likes rainbows.

I watched Football last night.  The Tampa Bay and Washington game.  And Washington has run thru all their quarterbacks (the first of the night got an ambulance ride) and sent in a new one straight from college getting a degree in mathematics.  As he lay on the field for the fourth or fifth time- exhausted, in pain possibly wondering why the Hell he thought football was a good idea- and no one helped him stand upright.  He had to do that himself with one injured shoulder already and go right back- call the play take the ball and throw it.  And it was an excellent throw and it was caught.  Then Tampa knocked him down again.  Washington almost won the game.  3 points difference and a world of pain for this guy.

At the end.  Tom Brady (43 years old) walks over and starts talking to him.  I think he was more than likely inviting the guy to his house for avocado ice cream and Pilates. Telling him he had to take better care of his body if he intended to continue being a quarterback.  And for his first professional game- this new guy was really excellent.  And Tom Brady does look marvelous.