Our week in Oaxaca was more a trip for me than for R’s research. Oaxaca has affordable intensive language schools and a strong fiber arts economy. I took advantage of both, and then together we capitalized on some unexpected Oaxaca perks, including strong coffee and really good french chocolate croissants (evidently we’re a little tired of tacos and mole), and some excellent mountain-top swimming at Hierve El Agua. Language school was that type of mental discomfort that you know is good for you. I think there’s like a graph-able enjoyment/pain curve that goes with tackling a big new skill. It shows up when teaching people to knit. In the very beginning you feel child-like joy (“I can list a whole bunch of nouns!” or “I’m actually knitting a washcloth!”) and that’s eventually replaced with equal parts determination and frustration once you learn just how far the road extends into the distance. Language school taught me a lot, but it also placed me squarely on the road where I got to see how far I am from Passably Mediocre.
Thankfully there was fiber stuff (plus those chocolate croissants) to help soothe the pain. I took a tour from a local nonprofit that gives microloans to women, and was able to visit the home workshops of local weavers. They hand-card the wool, handspin it, hand-dye it with indigo or plants, and then turn it into rugs and shawls on these big wooden floor looms. Obviously I asked all kinds of nerdy-fiber-loving questions during the Q & A sessions. R had the camera that day for a site visit, so I had to pull this photo off the internet, but it’s a good representation of what I got to see.
I bought one rug on the tour, although if I’d had more pesos I would’ve bought a few. This one was more expensive than others its size, but that’s because the pattern lines are more intricate. And I loved all of the undyed colors of wool. Later on the street in Oaxaca I bought a second rug, similar to the first in pattern but with this great dark green color and some reddish browns. The green, I was told, is from dyeing with alfalfa. You will notice that a certain apartment cat is using the new rug for napping. Fantasmon is most definitely our adopted Mexican cat now…jumping in and out of the kitchen window as she pleases and meowing for scraps of chicken. She’s using as a pillow my latest knitting project, a big squishy cotton/wool blanket that’s almost done except for the attached i-cord border. Here’s a link to ravelry with the details.