11/12/2025
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Making masks became a way to respond to the helplessness that the corona virus presented, providing instead feelings of usefulness and connection in the life changing consequences of 2020. I had daily contact with people through sewing by writing/mailing letters, through the internet and social media, visiting the post office, trips to resupply at the fabric shop. Sewing became my coping mechanism and way of life for weeks then months.
My initial set up was simple = kitchen chair, wooden 100 + year old straight back chair. Desk I bought off a neighbor out of her basement, cleaned up, repainted. Ironing board and iron. Decorative boxes for notions. Cutting mat - I cut on the floor. Rulers, scissors, rotary blade. Nail in the wall to hang my rulers.
As time went on I added more. Folding table for cutting. Shelves for fabric. Spring turned to summer, masks were readily available again and the demand tapered off. But I was still sewing. I diversified. First I made baskets, then totes and grocery bags, baby burp blankets, aprons, a whole series of birds. I made to close to 100 baskets, similar for totes and aprons.
Sometimes supplies ran short. I remember trips to Walmart where the fabric supply shelves were ragged, empty. I was delighted to find fabric shops. In fact besides food, fabric and sewing supplies (needles, thread, etc) were my only purchases for those long months of isolation. Sewing was my connection. Women who sew reached out to me, mailed me fabric and supplies. Shared patterns and ideas. Ladies at the Pin Cushion in Mitchell, South Dakota some of my only limited in person human contact. I would drive the 3 hours round trip to restock on groceries and also stop into the store for new fabric. I often hit up their sale stack for mask making materials, and later allowed myself full priced fabric from designers like Tula Pink, Kaffe Fassett, or Tilda. That shop was an oasis for me.