Jess wanted to make some masks for us all, and the novelty of hand stitching wore off fairly quickly. I dusted off my mum's trusty Singer sewing machine, 1924 model from the registration plate, so she probably bought it second hand. After a quick lesson,Jess was away. She has been turning out very professional masks for us all. My mother, Eileen, would be very pleased. The machine still sews beautifully.
My grandmother's sideboard continues to yeild up treasures. Anne discovered a white muslin cover, for puttingover food to keep flies away I suspect, picked out with some cute embroidery. I suspect a teenager, perhaps my mum again, did this.
I have been leathering the sprit booms from the Core Sound. Where they hit the mast was getting a right bashing, so it will be good to protect them. It has been a strangely soothing task, and I am quite pleased with the result. Anne says I am working through the experience of the stitches in my face, and there could be some truth in that. I had eight stitches removed on Monday, eight more to come out next week.
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