Yesterday, hiking the rim of a volcano crater in the highlands of Ecuador, I peered down into breath-taking Cuicocha Lake, which means, really, that I was hiking around the Lake of Guinea Pigs –though pumping it at 10,500 feet felt a little more significant than that. Here the indigenous Otavalos dive into cold water caves for a ritual bath and rebirth on the summer solstice, as they have for centuries. Here, quinoa has been planted for as long, and guinea pigs enjoyed for dinner.
ibu is a movement of women around the world growing into economic self-sufficiency through the art of their hands, bearers of both textile tradition and social change.
An ibu ally wraps our hand-loomed luxury around her shoulder or leans into a cushion shining with a woman’s imagination and she belongs to this movement.