Donc voilà. Des choix à faire.
I was overanxious because I contacted an ESAT (a workshop for people with disabilities) with no answer, not even an aknowledgement that they received my confidential medical files. So I asked another one. Then Bam! The first one decided to contact me at last, so it means the two workshops contacted me almost simultaneously. I would never have thought, when I was anxious because I found nothing concrete, that I'd whined because I have too many choices. But here's the dilemma : The first one has very interesting jobs, at least to me (sewing, hand embroidery, book binding, office-type work) and my parents would be happier to see me work there (I don't want to disappoint them). But I'm affraid of their previous lack of communication. And the biggest problem : I'd have to take the RER train, which is possible but very hard for me. The second one is near my home. All I'd need is five minutes of bus and some walking, and I could walk the entire way to work if I wasn't feeling well enough for the bus. They also are very welcoming and proactive, and they already know me. But the job, though not unsufferable, is not as exciting as the ones at the first workshop. And my mother explicitly told me several times that she doesn't want me to go there.
So I have choices to make.
Pour changer de sujet : un encours. Il s'agit d'un réticule tiré de Jane Austen Knits 2013. J'en suis au fond :
And now, for something completely different : here is a WIP : a reticule from Jane Austen Knits 2013. I did the bottom :