I will be honest with you, I didn’t go to Chugchilán today. It has been raining, all day. I have been wearing my new, hand-knitted, woolen beanie. The beanie is one I recently bought in Chugchilán, from the Grupo de Mujers de Chugchilán, which is the local women’s collective.
The women’s collective has organised wool spinning and knitting workshops and collectively run a shop selling items the ladies have crafted. There are cosy handmade hats, beanies, scarves and jumpers for sale. Each item has a tag on it, with the ladies name who knitted it, and the money goes directly to the knitter.
On the day I bought the beanie, I had trouble finding the shop, again. There is no signage and it only opens sporadically, when someone is available to mind the store, so if it’s closed it looks just like another closed wooden door in town. It was the third time I’d been attempting to seek out the women’s collective knitting efforts and it was looking like another Chugchilán moment, money in my pocket and nowhere to spend it. Then, a lady walked past, knitting, wearing a knitted shawl, and with a baby slung on her back wearing cute little woolen booties and hat. I followed that lady and she stopped at one of the many closed wooden doors and opened it. The Grupo de Mujers de Chugchilán were open for business.
Luckily Alicia takes more than one good photo a day. This one is from a morning stroll, a few days ago.
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