Will wonders never cease: A new finished object!

When we last left our heroine, she was blathering on about skincare. And why not? When there hasn't been anything knit-worthy to report in low these many months.

But there's been knitting. Slow, desultory knitting that even a 2,900-mile road trip couldn't nudge to completion. Sweaters. There's a reason folks don't knit them. Gah! I wanted it done!

Well here it is. Martin Storey's Boulevard (cropped by moi) from the Rowan City Retreat book.Knit up in that all-domestic wonder-worsted Peace Fleece in Porterfield Plum.

I adored this yarn which combined Native American wool with wool from Ohio all leavened with a bit of Texas mohair. If you don't like the whiff of the barn about your yarn, steer clear. But if you appreciate a little vegetable matter and that gorgeous, sheepy lanolin scent, this string is heavenly. Like my mother says, "real yarn."

Thinking about pairing this number with black culottes. Like these. Or these--perfection! (But where in the world did that word come from? Culottes?) Cuter than they sound. Really. With ankle boots.

Though the journey seemed epic, the finish couldn't have come at a better time. Here's the the advent of sweater weather!