I received this doll as a present from my sister when she lived in the US, I must have been 15 or thereabouts. She carried a baby on her back. Her male counterpart still has his head but like the baby his backpack made of a piece of fleece is gone.
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This delightful little granny sits in the middle of the forest and knits. Day in and day out. She seems to enjoy herself. I wonder if she is knitting a blanket? (check out today’s Weekly Prompt Weekend Challenge: Blanket ) Ragtag Daily Prompt: Knit
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I live in a square room, very Scandinavian in its sparsity. I have neighbours all around me, they are generally nice, some are into cooking, some like gardening exotic flowers. Although I worry about one of the bottom rooms which seems to be overrun with mice. Not … Continue reading My Little Kingdom
is called Pumuckl. He comes from a long line of seafaring forebears but has for the time being settled in Munich in the workshop of a carpenter.
He has lived through various mediums over the last 60 years: children’s books, radio serialisaton, long playing records and music tapes, a tv series, a muscial, and now, apparently, crochet.
PS: In Germany it is has been judicially forbidden that parents name their child Pumuckl. Regardless of their hair colour.
PPS: Yes, I did crochet this doll and another one for two of our grandchildren.
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