January 2009

The author opens this book by saying:

I had found a place that made sense, one that elevated the ordinary into art: the perfectly mounded, Rubenesque aubergines glistening in the sun at midday market, the precisely decorated shop windows displaying petite children’s shoes, classic shaving brushes, and frilly seed packets. I began to understand more fully what could be done with very little. The French were masters of an art that had nothing to do with money and everything to do with an appreciation of the small, lovely moments in life.” (emphasis mine)

Welcome to French Girl Knits, a book that tries to live up to that elusive ideal of French Chic.