A post from a ghost

Oh me oh my.  Summer is long gone, and with it unemployment, and time to crochet for anyone but myself.  Sigh.  I think there is still one item in my Etsy shop, but other than that, I think I need to put this fun little experiment on the shelf for the time being.

The website’s pretty, though, so I’m going to keep it up, because maybe one of these days…

Friday Fill-ins, July 18

I took part in the Friday Fill-in from this website last week, and I’ve decided to do it again! Why not?

1. If I could be a fly on the wall I would probably really abuse the privilege.

2. Jealousy is natural.

3. When I see a shooting star my wish would be that everything be okay.

4. I’d rather be angry than boring any day!

5. Certain songs when I hear them make me wanna ice skate.

6. If time were in a bottle the bottle would explode.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to my goodbye dinner tomorrow my plans include going back to New York and Sunday, I want to arrive

Six Reasons to Love Amtrak

As maybe I already mentioned, I recently made a quick trip up to Yosemite to visit my dear friend Genny, who I met in Ecuador last year. She taught me how to crochet as we dodged water balloons and raw eggs on Carnaval! Anyway, I took Amtrak up there. Miles and miles of this!

It was actually quite gorgeous, if monotonous. So, I crocheted. Yippee!

1. Deliciously Soft Purple Wristwarmers

2. Small Black Wristwarmers with a Gray-Pink-Burgundy Flower

3. Pink Afghan Crochet Cuff, or Woolen Bracelet

I absolutely love the way this stitch looks. I can’t wait to get a proper Afghan crochet hook so that I can make more than just bracelets with it.

4. Black Arm Warmers with a Pink Flower

5. Black Wristwarmers with a Gray and Pink Flower

6. Smaller Black Wristwarmers with a Gray and Pink Flower

These are all on Etsy, too! Actually, you can reach their pages by just clicking on the pictures. I hope you like them!

Live Long and Prosper

Speaking of Etsy, as I am new on there and trying to learn the ropes/get my name out there, I have made a treasury! Now, it is only in the Treasury West, but I figured it was good practice, and it was kind of fun, too.  Also, I’m unemployed.

The name of the treasury is Live Long and Prosper, and its theme is Star Trek, recycling, and the color green.  My theory is that if we were all just a little more like the Vulcans, the world would be a much more logical place, and we wouldn’t be in the global warming mess that we are in now.  Have a look at the treasury if you wish, and let me know what you think!

Black Wristwarmers with Brown-Blue-Green Flower

The latest addition to my Etsy shop (I know, I’m really slow on the whole creating inventory thing), these are black wool wristwarmers with a cotton blue and brown flower stitched on with green cotton.

They’re four inches tall, and seven and a half inches in diameter.

And, just in case you were wondering, they cost $8 and there will be a couple more photos of them up on Etsy in a matter of minutes!

Scarf to Replace Naty’s

Scarf to Replace Naty’s, originally uploaded by shanecrochets.

My friend Nathalie knitted me a beautiful scarf in these colors when I left Ecuador last year. Brilliant as I am, I left it in a bar earlier this year, so I’ve crocheted myself a new one so I can always remember her and her lovely gift. It was my first experience using shell stitch, which it turns out I really like.
You can see it in detail on my Flickr!

Wallet-pouch with flower!

Wallet-pouch with flower!, originally uploaded by shanecrochets.

I made this for myself after a failed felting experiment! Turned out pretty well, I think. There’s a flower on the back, but you’ll just have to go to my Flickr to see that :) .

Genny’s Bag

Genny was the one who taught me how to crochet in the first place, a year and a half ago, on a bus between Banos and Riobamba, Ecuador. Now I’m going to visit her in Yosemite where she lives, and she likes to cook, so I’ve made her this to take her vegetables home!

Friday Fill-ins, Balaclava Relevations

So, I have decided to take part in the “Friday Fill-in” blog meme from this page. I’m not really sure if it’s a waste of time, or cool; maybe it’s a cool waste of time. Here goes!
1. Oh, I can’t wait until I have a sewing machine!

2. Hummus is the first thing I see when I open my refrigerator.

3. I never leave home without pen and paper.

4. If I were a condiment, I would be mustard because I can be yellow and acidic too, I guess.

5. Bad spelling is really high up on my list of pet peeves.

6. The last thing I thought of before I went to bed was Captain Proton.

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to BURRITOS, tomorrow my plans include Chihuly, and Sunday, I want to see my dad!

In other news, my balaclava experiment has come to an end. The verdict? It was just pervy guys with mask fetishes after all, and I’m keeping my balaclava. Works!

The Distance between Otavalo and Eldorado


I was browsing through the Etsy forums earlier today when I noticed this thread about how the women from the Texas sect of the Fundamentalist Church of Latter Day Saints are beginning to sell their handmade clothing to people outside the community on the internet. As a Salt Lake City Tribune article explains, this served not only as a way of keeping their children in the traditional clothes that were familiar to them while they were in state custody, but also as a way of bringing in some income, which became necessary as they began to move off of the ranch and have to support themselves non-communally in the mainstream world. In fact, it’s for the latter reason that they’re continuing with the venture, now that the children have, in large part, been returned to their mothers.

While I’m a little bit perplexed as to the market they’re targeting, I’m looking forward to seeing how this enterprise turns out. If it’s successful, it might be an interesting model for making non-mainstream cultures economically viable in the mainstream, and therefore preserving it. I’m thinking about this mostly as it applies to indigenous cultures; it makes me think of the Otavalenos of Ecuador.

While cleaning out my bookshelf at my mom’s house the other day, I found my journal from last year in Ecuador, and happened upon an entry I had written about what I saw as the erosion of traditional Ecuadorian culture:

My father has come to visit, and we were just in Cuenca.  We went to the Musel del Banco Central which had an excellent ethnographic exhibit on the incredible diversity of traditional Ecuadorian culture: the Chagras, the Otavalenos of the Sierra, the Shuar and the Huaroni in the jungle, the Afro-Ecuadorians of Esmeraldas — to say the least! And it made me kind of sad because more than anything else it made me realize how much as been lost.  That I have lived in Pichincha for 7 months but need to go to a museum to learn about the culture of the Chagras.  But Supermaxis, now these I have experienced firsthand.

Of the 162 kids in the school where I teach, I know of 2 who speak Quechua — although many have indigenous names: Quishpe, Gualotuna, Chugchilan, Pachacama, Tipan, Llumiguoma, Paucar, etc.  There is no pride in indigenous heritage; the kids use “indigena” to say idiot, basically.  Their uniform is jeans, sweaters, and shiny black shoes; they learn English but not Quechua; their school books tell stories portraying indigenous peoples as backwards, ignorant, dumb.  Throughout the country, typical styles of dress have been replaced by halter tops and stretch jeans.  Those who can shop at supermarkets identical to their North American counterparts; those who can’t aspire to.

My dad said, it’s too bad that there isn’t a way to integrate people into the modern economy, let them rise out of poverty, etc., but still allow them to maintain their culture.  Isn’t there though? Take the Otavalenos, the most prosperous indigenous community in Ecuador, and the one — at least in the Sierra — that has best held onto its roots.  The other day my friend Eva was flying out to Bolivia, so I was waiting for her at Quito’s Mariscal Sucre airport to say goodbye.  I stood outside the international departures section for about 15 minutes and in that time two separate Otavaleno families showed up and went inside to fly away.  The arrived in new, comfortable-looking cars, they were well-dressed and about to board international flights, but the men wore their hair in long braids under traditional felt hats, the women wore the traditional frilly blouses and gold necklaces, and the snatches of conversation I overheard were most definitely not in Spanish.  They obviously were very connected to and proud of their heritage, yet they were certainly not living in poverty; on the contrary! On the other hand, the blue-jeans wearing children I work with would never dream of stepping on an airplane, let alone one bound for a destination outside the country.

Oh globalization! It is strange to be a North American and watch a country be so devoured by our cultural imperialism.  I wish the Otavalenos were the norm, not just a notable exception….

Anyway, it seems to me that what the Otavalenos have done successfully, and what the FLDS must be hoping to do, is market their unique culture to a more mainstream audience.  I think that this is one of the best ways to preserve a culture — to make it economically viable, cynical though that my sound.  Although I’m not sure how I feel about the preservation of such an oppressive and repressive culture, if this FDLS experiment is successful, it will definitely be an interesting model for ethnographic marketing!

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