Oh dear, it has been a very long time. I could blame many things, like sleep deprivation, or lack of motivation, or my six week period of single parenthood, but that’s all rather boring to dwell on.
While Ralph and I basked in the gloriously long days of Wellington’s late Summer, Sam spent six weeks with his band touring the very cold central Europe. It was here, in Berlin, at -11 degrees celcius, that he left the scarf that I knitted him. The scarf held quite a sentimental attachment to me, as I knitted it for him when we both started courting, five years ago. It was a stripy scarf made from a range of bits of wool I happened to have at the time. It was in brown, grey and navy blue tones, with a bit too much navy blue, but you didn’t seem to notice that when it was being worn. He liked it because it was the perfect colour combo to go with his new duffel coat.
Sometimes the best thing to do when faced with such a loss is to replace it quickly. So I have knitted him another scarf. It will probably not get much wear in the near future as he will soon be heading back to the Northern Hemisphere, completely missing out on the worst of Wellington’s Winter (but really, who am I kidding, you can wear a scarf in Wellington for all but maybe two months of the year and not be too hot).
It is even knitted from the remnants of the very same wool used in the original scarf. I tried to replicate the ‘random’ stripes of the first scarf, which is actually quite difficult, achieving a balance of colours. While I was knitting it I thought a lot about the ‘rhythm’ of the stripes, how it was almost like playing music, deciding when there was enough of one colour or too much of another, and how it all fitted into the gestalt of the whole.
Here is the end result.