I have mask envy. I went to physio yesterday, and I saw someone with the most perfect, form-fitting mask. It didn't poke out like the prow of a ship. It didn't fog glasses. It didn't have to be worn in double layers to be effective. It didn't slide down her nose or slide up to poke her in the eye. It was, may I say, flattering. I lay on the table with my doubled-up boring blue surgical masks with the gaps at the sides and the elastics pulling my ears forward and experienced my first-ever wardrobe-related bout of covetousness. Forget your Jimmy Choos and your Armanis. I must find out where she got her mask.
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