A disaster, a new hope, and some knitting

The disaster relates to my downstairs bathroom ceiling. This is its current state.

Take cover!

At times like this I'm glad I'm still a renter. Apparently there's a condensation leak from the air conditioner (don't ask why we're already running the a/c). The ceiling went from normal looking to this in under 24 hours. There's already been one attempt to fix the leak. Today will be Attempt #2. The maintenance man has yet to show up, though.

The new hope is that, well, I've landed a job. Assuming all the paperwork gets done by Friday, I'll be starting on Monday. Having been unemployed for more than six months—by far the longest stretch of unemployment in my adult life—I am relieved. I think this job will be a good fit for me. Ignoring the fact that it has nothing to do with yarn, I don't think I could ask for more from this situation. While I will miss my "freedom" to a certain extent, I'm happy that I will be contributing financially to the household once again. (That's code for "I will be able to buy more yarn.") Besides, there's a lot to be said for having a reason to get out of the house every day.

That's about all I'm going to say about the job. I do not wish to get dooced.

Also, I'd like to apologize in advance for any interruptions in blogging that may result from the aforementioned job.

On with the knitting. I had some difficulty choosing a pattern for my niece's socks. Since she's got skinny little girl legs, I thought some kind of ribbing would be in order. So I started on the Madder Ribbed Socks from Knitting Vintage Socks. The pattern seemed too plain for my niece, so I ripped it out. Finally I settled upon this.

Attempting to channel Nancy Bush.

It's Conwy from Knitting on the Road. This pattern has the required ribbing, but it also has the added interest of some texture. So far I like it, but that's no guarantee I won't change my mind again. Luckily this yarn holds up to frogging like a champ.