Speaking of salvaging, this is some of what I was working on last night — it feels very surreal having several boxes of N-95s on my dining table, after all the discussion of their scarcity.
We’re snipping out expired elastics (they’re completely useless — fall apart on just a tug, no stretch at all), and will be sewing in replacement elastics, and then sending the repaired masks on to healthcare workers. (I’m not coordinating this, so don’t have all the details; I just get left boxes on my porch to snip.)
Mend and make do, I suppose. More like wartime every day that passes. Surreal. But it feels good to be a little bit useful.