Journey into blue
Hello, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? I assure you, I do have some DIY projects on the go that will be ready to share with you in the next few weeks or so, but extended work hours, freelance translations and being away from my fabric stash (due to catsitting at clients’ houses and general gadding about) have made sewing and general makery a bit difficult lately.
I have managed to do some reading, though! And as it involves travel and textiles – two of my favourite things – I thought I’d share the book with you.
As a lover of real indigo, albeit one who knows only a little about it, I couldn’t pass this book up when I discovered it on the shelves at the library. And although I’m only a few chapters in, I’m already glad I borrowed it. Indigo is about Catherine McKinley’s quest to find out more of the history and heritage of this prized dyestuff which apparently was once worth more than gold, at the same time discovering its links with her own multicultural ancestry. To do this, she travelled to Africa, and I am loving her descriptions of the time she spent in Ghana trying to find authentic indigo (and batik! mmmmm batik…) rather than synthetic factory-dyed versions. It’s the stuff great armchair travel is made of, and I’m enjoying imagining the local women all dressed up in their various prints with mysterious names such as Afa me nwa: ‘You have taken me as cheap and easy as the snail’.
By the time I’m finished reading I’m sure I’ll find out many more fascinating facts about indigo, but this story on page 3 will be hard to beat:
“In the mid-1700s, Eliza Lucas, the sixteen-year-old daughter of a South Carolina plantation owner who was trained as a botanist, was given indigo seeds and soon discovered that her slaves had skill with indigo cultivation and indigo dye production. Aware that indigo was in great demand in European textile industries, coveted by gentry, soldiers, and workers alike, and that U.S. indigo would be cheaper than imports from Africa and Asia, Lucas convinced other planters to cultivate it. She is credited with introducing a crop more profitable than rice, which, because it had properties to repel the mosquitoes carrying malaria and yellow fever that caused the deaths of slaves – then two-thirds of the population of the Carolinas – had inestimably higher returns. By the eve of the American Revolution, when cubes of indigo replaced paper currency, South Carolina planters were exporting 1.1 million pounds of indigo to Europe – nearly $30 million today.”
So much about this has me in awe – the fact that such a young girl (yes, a girl, back in those days when I’m sure women were usually seen and not heard) not only had the business acumen to cultivate this cash crop, she also was obviously respected enough for her suggestion to be taken on board by (I’m assuming) male cohorts. The fact that indigo was more expensive than rice. That it saved people from insect-borne diseases. That indigo was being used as money instead of paper notes.
Are you amazed too? See if you can find this book so you can discover for yourself what makes indigo so special. I still have real indigo dyed fabric from my trips to Laos, and I look forward to making something with it and recollecting the various anecdotes, legends and facts from this glorious book of blue.