#73: To those that wait, good things come
Well, something remarkable has happened. Relatively, anyway, in terms of my little hoarding hobby, something really and very truly remarkable that I never thought could happen but has. Being a bit of a spring chicken in my 24 years of age, this is highly unprecedented…
For longer than I have searched for any one single piece of apparel, I have searched for a perfect Chimayó jacket. The task at hand led to desperate, arduous pursuit for one in the right color scheme, in great shape, and most importantly with the right fit. Eons went by, and now it’s here, it’s mine, and it begs me to wonder: now that I have found it (IT!) is the thrill gone? Have I attained the Holy Grail? Have I reached the nexus of my collecting, and so soon?
Chimayó jacket, c. 1930’s.
The details of this jacket are outrageous. The incorporated turquoise in the pattern is so vivid I’d swear it was alive and breathing. The little beaded dancing girl on the zipper is pristine, not to mention precious. The rich brown color is warmer than any warm tone I could conjure in the imagination.
Chimayó weavings emerged around the turn of the 20th century in the town of Chimayó, New Mexico, from the descendents of Spanish colonists. The Ortega and the Trujillo families (who, generations later, still weave using traditional methods today in their shops in Chimayó) were pioneers in this craft, rooted in the Rio Grande weaving patterns of the early Spanish settlers. The central Chimayó motif uses a dramatic and multi-colored serrated diamond in the middle of a field of color. True-blue American cultural masterpieces.
(Charles Ilfield was a powerhouse Jewish merchant in the Southwest during the early part of the 20th century, and so this jacket must have been sold in one of his shops.)
Is this the be-all and end-all? Am I through!? Pshh, who am I kidding.