Day of the Dead, or Dia de Los Muertos, is a festive time here in Mexico. It’s a spiritual celebration of All Souls Day, with midnight picnics at elaborately decorated grave sites in the cemetery.
There is so much to share about this holiday, I’ll break it up over several posts. I need to rush out and take more photos!
One of the flower stalls in the 20 de Noviembre market.
Right now, they are all heaped up with many varieties of marigolds and these fushia-red flowers which I do not know the name of.
Skeletons, or Catrinas, are decorated and dressed up in local finery. Oaxaca is famous for it’s textiles and elaborate uses of flowers in the hair.
I’ve been hanging out with my friend, Lisa this week, visiting from Seattle. All of the festive clothing has us in the mood for blouse shopping.
Trying on blouses in the street. (over my long-sleeved striped shirt, which is throwing the whole look off). Women spend many days and cutting and assembling cotton blouses, and sometime weeks embroidering on single top. Hand made at it’s finest! While there are lots of shops that sell the blouses, I like to buy them from the women who make them.
I did not buy this turquoise number, and regret it. I hope I see it again…
I adore navy with the gold metallic thread. I didn’t buy this one, either. I’ll show you in a moment which one I chose.
There’s my friend Lisa, sporting a traditional hand woven and embroidered huipil. What do you think of Catrina’s cross of paper flowers as a say-something hat?
Next: I’ll show you the blouse I purchased, but first…let me climb up into this niche in the wall.
Warning: If you travel with me, I might just climb up into an empty niche in a side of building. I’m climbing in here trying not to get my new (white!) blouse dirty.
Does it seem like I’m still that tomboy I was back in grade school? Yes. I am.
Since I’m in a niche, why not strike a saintly pose? I hope my various dearly departed Catholic Polish grandmothers are not finding this sacrilegious in any way. This is what happens when you grow up staring at lots of gory bloody saint imagery. At least, this is what happened to me.
My best angel pose. So. What do you think of the blouse?
xoxo from Oaxaca City, Mexico.
p.p.s. Want to come to Oaxaca and celebrate Day of the Dead while making a totally unique travel journal? This is for you: Creative Passport to Mexico’s Day of the Dead