Leaping lariats – Knitting Nancy comes out of hiding

An op shop. A five-dollar price tag. A cute, hand-painted face on a French knitting doll. Who could resist? Not I, said the ten-year-old Knitting Nancy queen, and purchase I did.

And while the ten-year-old me was delighted at reviving memories of Knitting Nancy and days gone by – of pink Angora wool (favourite) eaten by the neighbour’s dog (I cried) and of the remnant that could still be knut in Nancy, way back then – the 45-year-old, right-now-me struggled to see such fine stitches on such small, small nails. And I’m not really that long sighted, but how I longed for a halogen lamp.

I persevered, however, and here are two lariats. A moss-green with magenta mohair French knots, and a silver metallic with Rose-Red (of Snow White and Rose Red and the Bear fame) French knots. I love them. And I loved the memories. I hope you love them too.

30 May 2010. Tags: French knitting, French knot, knitting, knitting nancy, lariat. creative, knitting, life, thoughts.