Kraków is not a great place to shop if you are into your crafts. I managed to track down a couple of pasmanteria (I have no idea how to pluralise the word – it means “haberdashery”) on Ul. Karmelicka, but the best one I found was on the corner of Ul. Królewska and Aleja Juliusza Słowackiego. I had to pass through a room of children’s clothes and another filled with children’s shoes before hitting the tiny pasmanteria.
I bought a few buttons using a lot of sign language, pointing at my cardigan’s buttons and speaking a hybrid between Russian, German and the few Polish words I knew. I wish I had known that the Polish word for “buttons” is guziki.
Dave has uploaded a few Kraków photos, by the way.
I’m now on my third day of resting after our little Polish adventure. I do not mention my health very often, but I wasn’t amused that I had to take painkillers yesterday just to get out of bed. I think today will be yet another slow day, but hopefully that means I will be back to normal tomorrow. Sometimes I really do regard my body as my enemy.
And thank you so, so much for the extraordinary response to my Heritage shawl.
If the picture is of some of the buttons you bought I have to say that I find the purplish ones a little creepy … they look a little bit too much like eyes to me. Which is kinda freaky with buttons (I guess the buttons / eyes connection is an oft made one though, as eveidenced by several books, poems and pictures)
And I am so sorry to hear about the painkillers. You so don’t deserve those! (Big hugs from dark and clammy Copenhagen!)
(and by “so don’t deserve” I of course meant that you don’t deserve the pain and badness, not that you don’t deserve the relief … sentences I cannot form today, yes?)
I know, I know .. big hugs back right at ya. I miss you.
And I think my buttons are cool! I went throught A LOT to get them there buttons!