As I work feverishly on new jewelry locked away here in my new home of Sacramento, CA, I thought I would distract myself for a moment and share a few photos from one the most magical places I encountered while visiting Mexico. In the outskirts of Oaxaca City I toured a cooperative of artisan weavers and rug makers. It was here where I never wanted to leave. If allowed, I would have rolled around naked all day in that brilliantly vivid natural dyed wool, only to leave my body camouflaged in bright hues of marigold, indigo and crimson.
those rugs! what colors!
ReplyDeleteWhat beautiful images! I completely understand wanting to be enveloped in them.
ReplyDeleteThe rug the man is holding looks so much like the one we have on the kitchen floor. ;-)) Love the art work of the Zapotec Indians!! Love seeing all your beautiful photos and reading your blog, Whittney!
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