What's new, pussycat?

I've been a blogging slacker lately, tis true.

As a matter of fact, I've been really quite busy. Not in the "I'm making an excuse for my sheer unrelenting laziness" way but an actual god's honest time-crunch.

You see, I got a job. Hooooo-ray! It is a great job, part-time, freelance, editing books like I used to do back when I was a person. For a real company! I even work from home and make my own hours. *knocks wood* This is one of the best turns of event in quite a while.

It all came about because I decided to stick my neck out, by the way. They were advertising for a full-time editor. I sent them a letter that basically thumbed my nose at their request for an actual onsite employee and told them to call me if they wanted a freelancer.

Behold, they actually called. So moral is: don't be afraid to fling poo at the wall and see what sticks. At worst, you've had some fun flinging poo.

And now, because I'm here and I can, some crafty pics:

This is a scarf. (You don't say!) It is very boring to look at. I made it for the husband for Christmas but he hasn't worn it even once. Well, maybe once. It's not that he dislikes it, it's just that it turned out a bit skinny for a manscarf.

That is OK. I wear it a lot. It's the softest yarn in the entire world--Knit Picks Elegance. It's too bad the color isn't particularly flattering to me.

The yarn is left over from that ugly shawl I tried to make last year or whenever it was. I frogged it and there the yarn sits. It is seriously SO soft. Maybe it needs to be socks or something.

Here's something slightly more fun. The SPCA is having a silent auction so I whipped up a couple more kitty beds. The darker one is inexpressibly beautiful in person.









The yarn was so, so very expensive but I want to use it again sometime. It's Brown Sheep Burly Spun in a color called Mountain Majesty.

Speaking of mountains, I went to college in the beautiful Blue Ridge region of Virginia. (If you have not been there, you really must go.) This week's news of the shootings shook me, not because I went to Tech but because I could have--or it could have happened at my college just a couple of hours' drive away. Or near you. Or anywhere.

My dad got his master's degree at Tech, one of my good friends from high school went to Tech, and so on. Maybe we all have a specific connection, or maybe we don't. The point is, this week we're all Hokies. So go Hokies. You're in my thoughts.