sock(topus) club v

It may shock some of you to know that I do still knit on occasion, but blogging about it seems to be much more difficult than it used to be. Blogging in general seems to be more difficult than it used to be. I'm going through a rather awful period at the moment of feeling desperately out of the loop, cut off from everyone and generally left out, but it's my own damn fault because I'm finally getting to the stage where I'm getting real work done on my thesis and I'm actually scraping together a living out of freelancing. Unfortunately the result of being on top of things in the 'real world' means that other things have had to slide.

All my good intentions about arranging meet ups with people on a regular basis have evaporated and I've been cancelling nights out all over the place. It's just as well the vacuum cleaner decided to kick it last week, I don't have time to use it anyway. But worse of all, I'm so behind on Ravelry that I found out a day too late about the Socktopus Secret Santa. I'm feeling particularly sorry for myself about that, though mostly just pissed off at my own self-imposed hibernation and weighed down by the heavy layer of Heinous Evil Envy that has been clogging my pores ever since.

Though I never thought I'd admit it, I'm not Super Woman. I have the cape, but alas I'd be telling lies if I said I was worthy of wearing it. And that stinks.

Nonetheless, I have decided that rather go pay my first installment of tuition, I am going to give myself a bit of a treat and blog about something that involves no ingredients! I am going to post pretty pictures of the latest pretty Socktopus package -- and it's so pretty!

It arrived the day we got back from Italy, so I was allowed to feel like I was still on holiday as I slowly peeled back the packaging over breakfast,

gingerly drew out the fist-gnawingly fabulous yarn, Brooklyn Handspun (sigh!) and Anna Bell's gorgous pattern (bliss!),

tapped and tinkered with the Knit Bits box (an extra for which Alice clearly had me in mind when she chose it -- my old knitting tool kit is utterly knackered),

and examined the contents

then sighed with barely subdued delight.

I know people not in the club must get tired of reading that this is the Best Parcel Ever, for each and every parcel that comes from the Sock(topus) Club, but it really is. It's awesome! Thank you, Alice, I love it. If I thought missing out on the Socktopus Secret Santa was a kicker, I am gutted that I won't get to take part in next year's club. Stupid tuition.

Which reminds me: if I'm going to be allowed into the building on Friday to teach, I'd better go grump my way over to uni and pay that sucker.

Comments

[Sharon]

I hear you chuck. I missed the deadline for the next socktpus club too, so I don't even have that to console me. :(

[Lara]

Poor thing. This is exactly how I have been feeling all year - real life getting in the way is really annoying. Being superwoman is hard hard hard. I kicked myself when I realised I'd missed the last socktopus drinks but i'm hopeful that soon things won't be quite as busy... xx

[Katie]

My super woman cape is getting dusty. I'm glad the thesis writing is going well!