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azurelunatic) wrote2020-05-05 01:12 am
azurelunatic) wrote2020-05-05 01:12 am
Masks (back on my bullshit)
Having purchased some weirdly modular off-brand sun hats a while ago, I decided *fuck* ear-mounted masks, I was going for hat-mounted. And hats are annoying when your face just wants to be free.
So that's why I took my good sweatband and mounted snaps on it, but unfortunately I had gone about it the wrong way (innie snaps when the original mask demanded outie) and between reading all the fic and feeling like there was nothing I could personally do to stave off the apocalypse and anyway my sewing is haphazard at best and I literally do not own an iron, I hadn't been doing much in the way of masks. Plus Mama and San Diego Aunt both sent some mask-based care packaging. Plus the bandannas are probably sufficient.
But: my bullshit.
So this afternoon* I gathered some stuff up and went down to the basement and see what hosting a chill video hangout was like.
* Evening.
I didn't have a good phone setup. So first I had to run the extension cord out of the dungeon into Sewzb0t Parlor, and figure out where to lean the phone that wasn't against the sewing machine's spool and bobbin winder. The desk lamp didn't work. I settled on a pen cup.
I was going to make masks to fit the headbands, but I decided to sort through the big bag of fabric I got back in January. Canvas, quilting fabric (yay!), inexplicable Marines quilting fabric (?!), pink lace, some very sheer but stiff stuff, netting, and more.
Then I attached snaps to headbands. There were a lot more scattered snap pieces than I remembered dropping. I suspect an enterprising feline. I realized that the opposite snap headband was going to keep bothering me, so I put a second set on. I may go for a trifecta and add buttons. I (finally) started the first new headband.
Yellface was down there, and started begging for dinner, and also petting. Murderface body-slammed the door at one point. This is why cats have middle names. (My latest adventure in Fun With Names is the concept of Murderface's memoir of trying to get on the Technology: Over the Deskward Wall, by T. Bellatrix Housecat.)
I tested the snap situation by trying mask on headband myself (yes) and popping upstairs to put it on Belovedest (yes, ish). I popped back downstairs with nearly the entire twist tie collection.
Nora and I chatted about stuff (the impending Palmer-Gaiman divorce, governance and technology) as I ensnapped the rest of the headbands. I realized that the fabric I wanted to use was one of Belovedest's old shirts, so I started trying to dismantle it without an actual seam ripper. (I own at least 3. I can find 0.)
Eventually it was night for Nora, and past time to emerge for me.
The whole thing caused me to neglect my tried and true getting-away-with-not-eating-soon-enough trick of drinking water, and anyway the basement is a dehydrating place. So my stomach was threatening to eat itself by the time I popped back upstairs. Despite me having brought a snack down with me. Unfair. That wasn't fun, butalexseanchai made potstickers and I focused on drinking until it was safe to eat. Also I took my stomach meds.
We did a shopping run on Saturday, so we're still flush with produce.
In many ways my personal life isn't drastically changed from the past year. I've been staying inside, not seeing many people, being preoccupied with my health. Illness, exhaustion, not having the budget to gallivant and wine and dine (due to the not working). Now I don't dare in-person interview, and I couldn't accept something that would require my in-person presence long enough to make exposure inevitable. I haven't been sobbing in bed, but I haven't had sustained focus either.
Kittenpants is probably still asleep on a chair in the living room.
So that's why I took my good sweatband and mounted snaps on it, but unfortunately I had gone about it the wrong way (innie snaps when the original mask demanded outie) and between reading all the fic and feeling like there was nothing I could personally do to stave off the apocalypse and anyway my sewing is haphazard at best and I literally do not own an iron, I hadn't been doing much in the way of masks. Plus Mama and San Diego Aunt both sent some mask-based care packaging. Plus the bandannas are probably sufficient.
But: my bullshit.
So this afternoon* I gathered some stuff up and went down to the basement and see what hosting a chill video hangout was like.
* Evening.
I didn't have a good phone setup. So first I had to run the extension cord out of the dungeon into Sewzb0t Parlor, and figure out where to lean the phone that wasn't against the sewing machine's spool and bobbin winder. The desk lamp didn't work. I settled on a pen cup.
I was going to make masks to fit the headbands, but I decided to sort through the big bag of fabric I got back in January. Canvas, quilting fabric (yay!), inexplicable Marines quilting fabric (?!), pink lace, some very sheer but stiff stuff, netting, and more.
Then I attached snaps to headbands. There were a lot more scattered snap pieces than I remembered dropping. I suspect an enterprising feline. I realized that the opposite snap headband was going to keep bothering me, so I put a second set on. I may go for a trifecta and add buttons. I (finally) started the first new headband.
Yellface was down there, and started begging for dinner, and also petting. Murderface body-slammed the door at one point. This is why cats have middle names. (My latest adventure in Fun With Names is the concept of Murderface's memoir of trying to get on the Technology: Over the Deskward Wall, by T. Bellatrix Housecat.)
I tested the snap situation by trying mask on headband myself (yes) and popping upstairs to put it on Belovedest (yes, ish). I popped back downstairs with nearly the entire twist tie collection.
Nora and I chatted about stuff (the impending Palmer-Gaiman divorce, governance and technology) as I ensnapped the rest of the headbands. I realized that the fabric I wanted to use was one of Belovedest's old shirts, so I started trying to dismantle it without an actual seam ripper. (I own at least 3. I can find 0.)
Eventually it was night for Nora, and past time to emerge for me.
The whole thing caused me to neglect my tried and true getting-away-with-not-eating-soon-enough trick of drinking water, and anyway the basement is a dehydrating place. So my stomach was threatening to eat itself by the time I popped back upstairs. Despite me having brought a snack down with me. Unfair. That wasn't fun, but
alexseanchai made potstickers and I focused on drinking until it was safe to eat. Also I took my stomach meds. We did a shopping run on Saturday, so we're still flush with produce.
In many ways my personal life isn't drastically changed from the past year. I've been staying inside, not seeing many people, being preoccupied with my health. Illness, exhaustion, not having the budget to gallivant and wine and dine (due to the not working). Now I don't dare in-person interview, and I couldn't accept something that would require my in-person presence long enough to make exposure inevitable. I haven't been sobbing in bed, but I haven't had sustained focus either.
Kittenpants is probably still asleep on a chair in the living room.