Will you mask your faith...
Last week I taught my children how to work the sewing machine.
An 8, 12 and almost 15 year old, a sharp needle and an accelerator pedal. What could go wrong?
It’s my pride and joy – we got given it as a wedding present - and when I got it out and dusted it off, I was beaming and excited to get sewing again.
We all made masks for ourselves as a practice for making more. Maybe for others. A life skill shared (sewing) and a passion passed on.










