Oh, the shamelessness. No make-up, eyebrows that need plucking, and sunlight reflecting perfectly off of a GRAY frizz-curl in the middle of my forehead. (The things I do for this blog . . . ) But I'm talking about the dust mask. I come from a line of dust-mask-wearers. My mother, Practical Peggy, always wore one when she vacuumed and … [Read more...]