So distracted

I've been completely distracted by Christmas, hot weather, attempts to get fit, lots of knitting, work and summer in general to be spend much time on the interwebs.


I've managed to control myself and haven't become completely addicted to Ravelry. Much.



Made this lovely tea cosie (thanks Grand Purl Baa) which I am very much pleased with. Apart from the grapes (which took forever) it was a pretty cruisy and enjoyable knit.

In non-knitting news, little bro has started teaching (go team full-time job!) and I'm sure after a few weeks the kids will be totally besotted by him. Talented and clever little cookie that he is.

Little sis is coming down from the 'Berra next week because her Scottish Boy is arriving in Melbs to start a PhD. Woo woo! (imagine me making kissy kissy faces) Look forward to meeting the boy who managed to capture the interest of my intriguing girl.

Husband and I just passed the 9 year mark of being a couple. Hurrah for Bless this Chick adding boys as an accessory for Valentine's Day...

I swear we will go back to house hunting this weekend. Once I realised the first home buyers boost ends in June I began to get nervous - why oh why are the pretty houses not the right price? Well, they probably are the right price for them, but not the right price for my bank account. We had meant to start last Saturday but, well, 46 degrees doesn't really go well with being outdoors so we spent the day inside with the air con on (joy of joys) drinking beers.

By the afternoon I felt pretty guilty about our laziness, because of course the big thing that day was the fires (which makes me teary most morning over breakfast - why I continue to watch the news I don't know).

The family up in Buxton (near Marysville where they think one in five people have died) are all safe (phew) and miraculously the CFA managed to save their house (I have always loved firemen, I now I can love them for more than their uniform). I can only imagine how much survivor guilt people are going to start feeling when they are all able to return to their properties (or what remains of them).

It really is quite awful and I feel guilty thinking about getting my hair cut, or going shopping for food, or having the luxury of clean underwear when some many people not very far away form me have nothing.

Not meaning to end on a downer... so here's a nice piccie in honour of Darwin's 200th birthday today and 150th anniversary of Origin of the Species: