The snow has been falling since I woke up this morning, but I think it may be easing off now. There was a Chlausmarkt in the Kursaal, and I donned the many layers, and off I went in the blizzard.
Half the village was there, and they were selling bratwurst and melted cheese on bread (divine) outside as well. Sammi Klaus was due to make an appearance this afternoon, but I was home before he appeared. I walked around the many stalls about 3 times, and there were some really interesting items. I have to say, my recession heaters would make me a fortune, because the local equivalent, on a couple of stalls, starts at CHF15 and rises to CHF35. And they were nowhere near as classy as mine (she says, without any guilt at all). And my mother could make even more of a fortune selling her mountain of crochet blankets. Scarves cost an arm and a leg, and in fact, everything was really expensive, and people were buying.
This is excellent, you see, because, quite clearly, the buyers recognise the value of hand-made items. This is not something that happens where I live. I remember one lady objecting to paying more than 50p for something which took me hours to make a long time ago. I saw some gorgeous hand spun yarn, and would have bought some, but I couldn't afford CHF27 for 100g. Sigh. So I didn't buy anything, although the fresh cinnamon rolls were calling my name.
So I came home to make more doll's clothes for Billy. Marge and I were on a roll last night, and he acquired some pyjamas, a couple of tops made from socks and another jacket with a hood - and some socks. Today, he has acquired 2 sweaters made from socks, a sweatshirt and a pair of long shorts and a dressing gown. To go with his pjs.
It is amazing what one sock can morph into, isn't it!
I think he is now adequately prepared for the cold weather.
Now Marge and I have to do the inventories and sit and chat for the rest of the evening. I have just been out, wading through the snow to take some photos of me in my rocking chair (the metal version). It was more difficult than I thought it would be with mountains of snow through which the metal me plummeted. Sigh.
The real me sank as well.
The snow stopped so I got all kitted out again and went to take just a few more (98 actually) photos in the snow. I love all the icicles! And the snow-blown patterns on the fencing as well.
Switzerland is so beautiful.