I'm in my workroom, breathing in the wonderful (to me) scent of wet wool.
Why is it wonderful? Well, two reasons. One: I just plain like it. Two: I am blocking a sweater.
This is the 30s sweater that I knitted in very short order late last winter and promptly put away unfinished. D-Day is Monday; I'm planning on attending Area 51 at Fresh Purls to begin seaming and picking up for the neck ribbing.
Now I just have to find the rest of the yarn. I know I saw it around here somewhere....