NY Gent’s scarf…
Having dealt with heads and hands with Quinton & Chadwick’s Armwarmers and Headband, time to knit something to wrap around your neck to keep out the Winter chills.
In NY a while back with Kay, we spotted a very well dressed Gentleman (definitely with a capital G) who had a scarf tucked into his (very smart) Camel coat which Kay noticed because, well, because it (the scarf, not the Gentleman) looked like the bastard love-child of a mitred square (or mitered square, as she calls them in her American way). You can read about Kay’s love for mitred (mitered) squares over at Mason Dixon Knitting, but suffice to say some might class it a bit of an obssession with her. We followed him (as you do) for a minute or so to get a closer look and luckily he stopped to get a drink. We accosted him (again, as you do), to tell him how much we liked his scarf and ask what lovely person had knitted it. He told us he bought it, years ago, possibly from Paul Smith.
We thought we had to bring the loveliness that this scarf was to the general knitting public. This is vaguely it. I say vaguely as we weren’t so stalker-ish as to ask if he would take it off for us to have a good look at, so it’s a bit of a guess.
Knitted here in 6 shades of Rowan’s Felted Tweed Aran, but it would look wonderful in monotone shades of grey (or gray, if you’re Kay) for a more Reserved Gentleman. Or just knitted for anyone in any shades to match this Winter’s coat. Knitted in a thinner yarn (and I admit to having nearly ordered the yarn for this for me) it would be narrower and a tad more ladylike – I have been dreaming of the limited edition heathered shades of Quince & Co’s Chickadee, but really I need colour in a scarf, not more grey. Or it would be lovely too in Shelter.
The New York Gentleman’s Scarf pattern is available here.
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I may need to knit this juts becasue I love the story, and love picturing you & Kay stalking some poor guy through the streets, fixating on his scarf. Imagine his bruised ego when he found out you only were only interested in his neckwear!