Another job hope dashed this morning. I’m not understanding what I’m doing wrong, but it feels like someone punches me every time I go in and am turned down. I’m applying to jobs I never would have even looked at if it weren’t for the length of this unemployment. Minimum wage, part time, areas/fields I would have to struggle to find good stuff to think about, just to be there. I’m so cold this morning and I wanted to be with Steve and he had to go to his brothers, where I’m still not welcome after all these years. Sometimes things suck. Oh well, I don’t suck, so I’m moving forward.
I spent some time picking out some projects for my etsy shop. I’m really hoping to get busy on them this weekend. If I can make several little items each day, that would be perfect. I’m getting excited about some herbal sachets someone suggested once, too. My herbs are growing so well!
Geoffrey picked all the wild violets from the front yard a couple days ago and I made jelly. It’s wonderful. The whole process was such fun. We made this deep purple infusion from the blossoms, then made the jelly and jarred it. It came out this vibrant, gorgeous pink. I will definitely make more!
So I’m off to play with yarn . . . every bit as good feeling as eating my wild violet jelly!