Not by the Hair of my
Chinny-Chin-Chin
Since I have
started to wear a mask daily at work, I am letting my chin hairs grow. I am a woman in her sixties so it is quite
natural to find a sprouting offender where nothing was the day before.
Depending on the speed they grow will determine if I need a curling iron or
just a couple of bobby pins like the ones my mother used to curl her hair
.
Or maybe a
braid like I have seen on a few men with long beards. Somehow, I doubt I will ever get enough chin
hairs to warrant a braid. Though my
skills at braiding are quite adept. But
then again if I let my chin hairs grow will my mask fit?
The man, my
husband has shaved off his beard so his mask will fit better. I had been having
him wash his face each night after coming home from work despite the fact he
was wearing a mask in and out of his office.
Sigh, a fresh beard that I can’t snuggle next to.
I washed two
of our masks last night. I might have
been a bit over cautious. I boiled water
in a saucepan, let it cool a bit and added soap. I placed each mask in carefully at the end of
tongs and whisked the masks about in the steaming water. I let them sit in the hot water before the
man rinsed them for me. We placed them on a towel to dry. Good fabric—no shrinkage, no bleeding of
colors. My friends who made the masks
really know their stuff.
One of my
friends made some more masks with the hopes that hair ties would be a good
substitute for elastic, she had run out. I was going to send some masks to our
son. I am glad I tried one on. Ouch, unfortunately, the hair tie is too thin
and cuts into the back of my ear.
I search my
closet and found some more elastic, there is enough for half of the masks she
made me. The rest of the masks will have
to do with the elastic straps from some of my bras. Bright pink and a nice chocolate brown. I could not part with my purple bra so the
straps stayed. We will see what my
creative friend can do.
I toyed with
the idea of fixing my new straps on the mask myself but remembering the
conversation I had with my friend who declared she was having problems figuring
out what to do, I decided to give her the joy of ripping out seams and
attaching the elastic. She is retired
and really stuck at home.
Since the
writing of the above paragraph about hair ties, I have received a gift of
fabulous crocheted extenders. You loop
the hair ties or elastic over a button so you have nothing over your ears, I am in love. The
bra straps are going back on the bras.
(I lasted a
week on growing my chin hairs. I plucked
the six quarter-inch little devils this afternoon as my husband was not very supportive
of the idea of letting them grow. Oh, he
didn’t care about them growing but it wasn’t a project he had interest in.)
Each day
brings a new reality. A new moment of
wow, is this really happening? But I am
grateful. It is the only thing I can be. “Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet.” ― Thich Nhat Hanh
