Before I get right into the travesty of what was my experience with mask making, let me thank you for your fantastic response to The Bad Hair Day. You have egged me on and who knows what you will see next!
Onward ho! This video poem was inspired by a few things coming together around the same time, making for a perfect (and yes, nutty) idea for a video poem. The light bulb flickered above my head as I saw my 27 year old son sneeze in "dab" style. He sneezed ferociously loud and did this ridiculous thing with his arms at the same time. I am old enough that I had no idea that this was some sort of "celebratory motion" originating in the end zone of a football field (with another meaning known only to teenagers- and now me, but I'm telling you, don't ask your teens, because you might not really want to know... that they know). The crux of his elbow did not contain the germs I saw flying outward. The light bulb above my head brightened as his flying germs brought me to my current and hopefully temporary COVID19 profession, face-mask making. Making masks is not as easy as you think. There are unforeseen hazards only known to seamstresses. That is when the light bulb blazed. The trifecta of the germ ridden sneeze, a sewing debacle whilst making face-masks, and the perils of a good deed all led to It Hurt SEW Bad. Watch, like, share, follow, and most importantly enjoy!
It Hurt SEW Bad!
I decided to do a good deed today
After seeing my son sneeze in the craziest dab way
I saw germs fly west right out of his mouth
Then I watched them fly north, then east and then south
I put my sewing hat on my head
And got ready to fight, my needle and thread
I looked my needle in its tiny little eye
Right where my thread was supposed to lie
Once, twice, DOH! I might have to sound an alarm
Oh, it's O.K., the fourteenth time was the charm
I put the petal to the metal and heard that purring hum
But what happened next made me feel so dumb
My eyebrows now met furrowed into a deep frown
At seeing my opposable digit had been pinned down
Out of my mouth came some very bad words
Words from a mother that should never be heard
My husband ran in circles as he thought
This is just terrible, her thumb is caught!
Success at last, my uncapped hero prevailed
As did I, albeit with my thumb on ice, in a pail
Then I remembered, there is no unpunished good deed
So I kept on, and made masks, just not with speed.