Things I Brought Back From Mexico
This tiny, perfect necklace. Made from tiny beads and little squares of felt in the colors of the country: cool, saturated pinks and yellows, warm aquas, and shiny black. And with it, a new understanding of why these colors always find their way into my work.
Blouses. You can never have enough blouses. I have a few old ones from the seventies with my grandmothers name tags still in them. They itch but I can't bear to rip them out. The one below is for sale at one of my favorite online sources for new and vintage clothing from Mexico, Aida Coronado.
a nostalgic yearning for the old kinds of mexican blankets before they were made of soft cotton. A little itchy maybe, until they have been beaten up a bit.
...and best of all: a husband who LOVES Mexico. The gorgeous doctor who appeared in a starched white fitted pantsuit to fix his stiff neck with a shot of something in the bum helped quite a lot, but there wasn't much that he didn't love.
A new obsession with the country's pacific beaches, like this one near Zihuatanejo. This was our view for nine days.