Thursday, April 8, 2010

The beautiful sock yarn I bought in Chicago is still sitting in a basket on the floor by the window looking cheerful. Aunt Vreni's laundry line has galvanized me into knitting action, though, and last night I sat knitting the mitten I've been trying to finish so I can ... start the socks!




Vreni and Fritz. He was outdoors "purging the forest" when I stopped by with 5 kids in tow. "Vreni will get you something to drink," says he. And the smiling woman whose back is literally cracked in two, forcing her to walk in an L position, her head hanging nearly to the ground, poured us little plastic cups of orange juice out on her front stoop and sent us on our way with chocolate.

2 comments:

Linda said...

Love it!

hannah said...

I so wish that this was the kind of Suisse that I would have had the good fortune to experience.[Rather than a smoky air port, smoke filled restaurants leaving me gasping and grouchy train attendants, hotels reeking of paint, rats under the window and the legacy of skin damage because I couldn't drag myself away from the Matterhorn]
I'm glad for your lucky glimpse.
And for the mitten before sox: that is like being made to eat your sprouts before dessert. Not worth it :-)