
My fingers became all thumbs. I’d get in a rhythm that would last a few passes, and then I’d lose my cross. Since I spoke a little Spanish, it was assumed a Spanish-speaking instructor would suffice. Heck, I thought so … Read the rest

My fingers became all thumbs. I’d get in a rhythm that would last a few passes, and then I’d lose my cross. Since I spoke a little Spanish, it was assumed a Spanish-speaking instructor would suffice. Heck, I thought so … Read the rest

When the squat woman bent over, my maker’s hands and prying eyes wanted to look at each layer of her underskirt. The delicate lace and sateen-looking fabric poked out from under the top skirt of woven black wool with a … Read the rest

Walk, talk, spin. Most likely, there’s other things that Andean women do while spinning. Spinning is so embedded in their every day lives that they don’t think about it, they just do. I can barely spindle spin just sitting still … Read the rest

In the weaving villages of the Peruvian Andes, almost no one describes herself as a spinner. Yet most women, and many men, spin in every spare moment for their entire lives. The paradox comes from the fact that the … Read the rest

Drive an hour or so south from Cusco, then head left up a steep dirt road with countless switchbacks, and eventually you come to the village of Pitumarca. The weaving center here, Centro de Tejedores Munay Ticlla de Pitumarca, is … Read the rest
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