A piece of white silk plunged into an indigo vat comes up green and dripping; only when kissed by the air does it yield to rich, deepening, ocean shades of blue. The first time I witnessed this mating of earth and sky, I was hooked. That was in Turkey. Then Japan. Peru. Thailand . . . the world loves indigo. It in an elixir, steeped in ritual and history. In Bangladesh, indigo is a life.
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.