I cut the fabric for this project ages ago, and then promptly forgot all about it in a haze of my first and largest love, knitting. But it's finally done. There is something so yesteryear about a herringbone handkerchief, though I'm not yet sure if I'm ever going to use it for it's intended function. And yes, this is a handkerchief, not a neckerchief, English-language KGB. It is tiny in size and would only fit the neck of a garden gnome or Duggar baby (or let's face it, both).
* This does not count my abortive eight-year-old attempt to cross-stitch a cat on a purple sweatshirt.