As she passed the shuttle through the claret cotton warp, Sassafrass conjured images of women weaving from all time and all places…” “…because when women make cloth, they have time to think…So Sassafrass was certain of the necessity of her skill for the well-being of women everywhere, as well as for her own. Sassafrass is a weaver and a writer who is in a very tumultuous relationship with her boyfriend, Mitch.Reading the part about weaving gave me an a-ha moment of sorts: The other sisters, who are older and living away from home, have a lot more than Indigo to contend with, it seems.
She made herself, her world from all that she came from.” When she wore this Carolinian costume, she knew the cobblestone streets were really polished oyster shells, covered with pine needles and cotton flowers. Indigo imagined tough winding branches growing from her braids, deep green leaves rustling by her ears, doves and macaws flirting above the nests they’d fashioned in the secret, protected niches way high up in her headdress. “The South in her, the land and salt-winds, moved her through Charleston’s streets as if she were a mobile sapling, with the gait of a well-loved colored woman whose lover was the horizon in any direction. I found her to be a very beautiful spirit: She’s a reminder of those people who see the world in a different way, who are perhaps misunderstood by others because of it. Indigo talks and communicates with her dolls. My favourite sister was Indigo, the youngest, whom we unfortunately only meet at the beginning of the book. The inclusions of all these things made the book into a very sensory, rich experience. The book seems to be a patchwork of all sorts of things, such as poems, journal entries, letters from the traditional mother with unconventional daughters whose life trajectories end up being so different from hers, and even some great recipes. A tribute to black women trying to find themselves, black women who are trying to live outside the box, clearly not an easy feat.It’s a very honest book about three sisters, Sassafrass, Cypress, and Indigo from Charleston, South Carolina. What is hard seems simple.”- Ntozake Shange Sassafrass, Cypress & Indigo So what is most ordinary is made extraordinary.
The force of ritual in her daily undertakings. One thing about a Charlestonian female is her way with little things. “Streets in Charleston wind the way old ladies’ fingers crochet as they unravel the memories of their girlhoods.
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