The Dream is Dead

When I originally started this post, I was referring to the dream of the Noro felted bag. But more about that in a moment.

I just got the official word, the job ends May 27. Period, end of sentence. I've floated the idea of part-time work to them, but haven't heard anything yet and I doubt it will happen because they're really trying to cut costs right now. Until the website starts creating more than 3 sales a day, belts are tight there.

So, blech, must begin job search in earnest. When I have a free minute.

Now, about the Noro bag. One skein isn't enough to make a decent size bag after it's been felted. Which all y'all probably knew already. Sarah had a good idea last night and now I am making the bottom out of black wool, possibly a portion of the sides as well. Then the few inches of Noro and then possibly more black. Which I'm going to have to buy so lets hope it doesn't come to that.

So there was frogging last night and there now exist a black circle about 5 inches in diameter. This may even work out better. Right? RIGHT?

There was also school reading. The first book review is due Tuesday and everyone's been freaking about the book, how hard it is, how complicated it is, how they need a dictionary sitting besides them at all times while reading. Yeah, I'm not finding it that bad. In fact I kinda like it. Granted it's about the history and philosophy of science which is probably more up my alley than the alleys of the liberal arts majors that usually go into library-ship...-ness. I know who Mendel and Bohr are, they know what the hell a transitive verb is and how to parse it. Different specialties. And is parsing something dirty? It sounds dirty. I apologize if I've offended anyone with my willy-nilly use of possibly dirty English grammar words. And what's a willy-nilly. That also sounds dirty. I apologize to anyone, blah, blah, blah.

Ok, back to work. Gotta earn my moolah while I can.