I’m feeling better than I was earlier this month.  Securing med refills plus lengthening days plus a plethora of positive changes on the horizon plus…who the hell knows what…plus Michael’s birthday have all combined to bring me back up to at least 83% operating capacity.  So now for the pretties, as promised.

Traveling Woman of Pagewood Farm Denali in (the disappointingly-named) “Really Red.”  Was a great quick palate cleanser after spending so long on the Blackberry Cardigan.

Mason jar cozies made of Madelinetosh – scandalously plebeian use of such delicious yarn, I know.  (I told Mandy they were out of their own league.)  I kept enough notes to write a pattern up for them, I might do it if I feel silly enough sometime.

Modified Mystery Mitts that I did with Mandy.

Today’s fiber-related luck story:  My laziness pays off!  I pulled out and reknit the sleeves of my February Lady Sweater in order to go from caps to bracelet-length.  I never wore it as it was, so when I was done, I decided to toss it in with a load of delicates.  The label on the yarn says “dry clean only,” but that would ensure yet again that the sweater was never worn.  I decided that I wouldn’t lose anything if the washer/dryer ruined the sweater, since I wasn’t wearing it before, and I wouldn’t wear it if it had to be dry cleaned.  When I pulled it from the dryer, there was noticeable shortening in the body, but, wonder of wonders, I actually like it better at the shorter length.  So I win!

I hope I also win next week; I have a phone interview next Wednesday for a part-time job at a…non-profit I should probably not name at this time, but if you know me at all, you can probably guess.  I’ve never had a phone interview – and I’m not friends with the phone, so I’m extra-nervous.

The position is only part-time, which I consider a good thing.  I can get used to working again and still get stuff done outside of work.  We’ll have to buy a car, though; it’s out in the suburbs, where the buses don’t go on the weekends.  Based on preliminary calculations, virtually all of my paycheck will go into said car, but I’m all right with that.  Having a car will let me be more social without feeling like I’m taking advantage of my friends all the time, and just getting my foot in the door and getting some experience in this field is worth a lot.  I’ll feel better about myself and be making a positive contribution to the community – assuming I get it, of course.

(I hope I get it.)