Once a Leo...

Know those big bronze lions on Trafalgar Square? They're very chill-chill this time of year, and those resourceful knitters at Stitch 'n Bitch London want to help 'em stay warm.
The humongo scarves will be raffled off, with all proceeds going to cancer research. Now I'm sure I can squeeze in a little piece of scarf somewhere. (Hey, I got till February. And it's not like it's a cardigan for my mom...)

A little preview

Right on. Digicam cable, apparently in use by the entire family, has been located at my sister's flat. It should be here before Sinterklaas, because I'm going to run for the US Green Card Lottery again and the 2008 applications need to be in by December 3rd.
Did you know only 88 Dutchies got lucky last year? Humbling huh?
I have a week left to send my mug off to the Powers That Be. (There are more ways to Rome, or in this case, Seattle...)

So. I still owe you guys my own pics, but in the mean time, I present you a quick impression of my visit to the First Annual Stitch 'n Bitch Day in Rotterdam on the 18th:

Liza and I joking around on the train, photo by Arja:

(Liza claims she only laughs like a raving lunatic when I'm around, which I consider a totalcompliment.) I'm working on the Polish scarf there, by the way.

Then there's me talking smack at Debbie Stoller's presentation on the Stitch 'n Bitch phenomenon, sitting next to a very concentrated Liesbeth (Right? Right?!), a thrilled Yamit, and Bloggy Arja in Irish Hiking Scarf, photo by Carla:

And the piece the résistance, the AWESOME tiny Frisian flags that the Frisian delegation had pinned to their lapels, plus a micro-Sampler M, photo by Tijm:


On a completely different note: New job interview on Monday! Buyakasha!

Meh. Didn't get the job.

I was not "commercial" enough. (Now if I were a bitter person I'd loosely translate that to "Ah, you appear to have a soul. Next!", but I'm not a bitter person, so I won't. (Or perhaps only very quietly, in private. ;)

It is a bummer though. I was looking forward to that job, and still believe I would've made a good consultant. So now I gotta back to it! I was offered another apartment today, but I gotta have proof that I have an income first. (Deep breath.)

So. SnB night tonight, and I actually finished my little scarf for Poland. The Mistake Rib turned out a little too thin, so I hope it'll do for a small child. I thought of adding a cute little hat or baret, but couldn't locate my 4mm dpns here; I suspect they might still be in Seattle.
As for tonight, I really need to get on with the Ziggamuffin's second sock. They're the Ruffle Rib Better-Than-Booties baby socks from Interweave Knits Summer 2005. I'm knitting them up in Lorna's Laces and they ROCK in the most psychedelic of ways. The accompanying card has been bought and written, so I'd better get off my butt and finish the little sucker!

Say, I seemed to have dropped my needle...

The coolest knitting related news you'll read today.

P.s. No news about the job. Yet.
P.p.s. Still no digicam cable! I might have to start asking nicely to use other knitblogger's pics.

Ugh.

Hm. Job interviews.
I guess nobody would take them for a hobby, but what I hate the most is not knowing how badly you're sucking while you're in one. You've got no clue what on earth is going on in the recruiter's mind. They're sneaky like that.
Like, perhaps she decided halfway that you're really not cut out for the job. So the last half of your ordeal is a matter of her sitting it out, going through the motions, explaining all about the business philosophy, and the fun company parties while she knows full well you're never going to get the chance of drinking too much at one of them and behaving completely inappropriately in front of your co-workers. (Not that I would ever do such a thing.)

Hm. Hm. Now it honestly didn't go that bad at all today, but it could go either way. If I don't get it, it's because I kinda felt manouvered into this philanthropist, volunteering, won't-somebody-please-think-of-those-poor-baby-seals kind of corner, whereas I'm sure I can be a commercial and entrepreneurial mastermind; I just need to believe in the product I'm selling; need to know I'm working for a little more than just a higher profit, thankyouverymuch.

But please, people: Roleplaying?! It's all fun and games when you're running around in your home-made Arwen dress, but as an interview technique it's just evil. Pure and unexpected evil..

So anyway, we'll see! I'll know by Tuesday whether I'm on to round two. (And so will you ;)

Btw, I wore my new monkey suit: black velours jacket and grey tweed pants. Hair up. Cute blouse. Even yanked out my nose ring last night, which was quite a painful little expedition as it's one of those things where you have to pull the little ball out through the hole. Don't ask. I should get the job for that alone.

What's on the needles? I will take pics as soon as I find a cable hereabouts, but right now I'm going back and forth between:

* Baby socks in colorful Lorna's Laces for Ziggamuffin (Dave's new baby nephew)
* My mom's cardigan (Almost going on two years now!)
* A Mistake-Rib charity scarf for a Polish orphan

Sayonara babies, thanks for all the sweet comments!

Babes in Jobland

UPDATE: Job interview this Friday, 1PM. Fo' shizzle, ma nizzle.
News on the job front: Went to my temp agency yesterday to see if they could help me find something (temporary) to at least get me working again. Finding a job in my field of PR and Communications turns out to be prtty damn hard: Most communication assistant jobs require at least three years of experience "in a similar position", but how the hell are you gonna build experience if everybody wants it?! Chicken? Egg?

So anyway, during our conversation, the consultant suddenly stops and says: "Hey, have you ever considered working for us?", to which her colleague next to her adds "Yeah, that was exactly what I was thinking."
Well, there ya go. They're sending my résumé to their Headquarters, and I might be going there for an interview this very week.

Then she politely said: "Oh, if you're going on the interview, you can't wear that." Yesss, I was totally thinking of showing up in my bright purple woollen hoody and cargo pants.

The time has come: I need a suit.

I'm famous! World f*ckin' famous!

Whahaha, check this out: www.wolhandel.nl
Watch the little square in the upper right hand corner and wait...
Hmm, I'm going to have to demand a percentage of Lambert's yarn sale profits now, whaddaya think? ;)

Not much news now as I'm trying to find the cable to my digicam. I think it's still at Dave's place in the US. Crap. Might have to borrow one then, 'cause I've got some fun pics to share of the first annual Stitch 'n Bitch Day held in Rotterdam yesterday. We had a blast! Debbie Stoller taught this militant knitter to crochet, we met some Funky Frisians, and I knit a scarf for a Polish orphan. [Insert halo here : P]

P.s. Hi Tijm, as Arja/Bloggy mentions below, I'm an "oprjochte Fries" transported to Utrecht in the early nineties. I look forward to visiting you crazy girls sometime!

Back, with a vengeance

Hi there!
No way! You still here?
Could you tell I'd lost my mojo? What happened these past months, you ask? Well, let's just say I was on a mission, and did not quite return the way I'd wanted to. (Single, that is. There! I said it!)

So now what's a girl to do?

Get a home.
Get a job.
Get a life.
Get Me!

Ha! Should be a breeze...
So anyway, hold on tight; it's gonna be one helluva ride! ;)