Well, I tried to sew again. I was, of course, trying to make a mask, as is the trend.
Gary was wearing a mask and was yet able to smell his strawberry instant oatmeal, and that was enough to convince him that if an odor could get in, so could a virus. I don’t know how airtight he wants his mask, but I volunteered to make a cloth one with a coffee filter pocket.
Seam 1 was excellent! I heard a thunk and then the next seam was disastrous. It looked fine from the top, but the bobbin side became increasingly knotted up in the gears of the machine.
When The Confinement is over I should take it in and have someone teach me how to use it again. I got it my junior year of high school — 40 years ago. Might be time for some maintenance.