The bad thing about going themeless through the A to Z Blogging Challenge: see “good thing,” above.
There are days when the brain is empty.
There are days when nothing pleases.
There are days when both of those conditions occur simultaneously.
You’d like to blame it on twenty-five days of sheltering in place but that would be wrong.
You’ve made it for five days, can’t cop out now, so you browse Dictionary.com for something, anything, that would start a spark.
And you scroll down . . .
Aha! face mask! So obvious! So timely. A post about Sheltering in Place Day 18, when you realized you would be going to the doctor on Day 21 sans mask, and you decided you had to have one, so you would buckle down and make one.
But then you think back over the experience, the tea towels, the patterns, the videos, the having to ask David for needle and thread because, manual dexterity not being your number one attribute, you gave up on that kind of thing years ago, and he’s a better seamstress than you ever were anyway.
You remember how fast you gave up on mask-making, and just as fast, you give up on writing about giving up on making them.
And you resume scrolling down through
- face out
- face pack
- face powder
- face presentation
- face recognition
- face that launched a thousand ships, was this the
and you come to
And that sends you directly to Youtube and Nat King Cole, Fred Astaire, Rita Hayworth, Eleanor Powell, and Ginger Rodgers.