“Look at ‘em -
wearing nice cotton kerchiefs, but can’t
tie ‘em proper!”
“Look at ‘em - wearing nice cotton kerchiefs, but can’t tie ‘em proper!” I cast a surprised look at the half smiling, half grumbling old Kihnu woman standing nearby on the dry July lawn. She was staring intently at a group of girls engaged in a lively dance in front of the stage. I saw nothing untoward: the girls were wearing pretty patterned short blouses, and their brisk twirls and spins revealed splendid designs on stockings glimpsed under the hems of their skirts or kört, as the islanders call this garment… We were in Kihnu in the midst of celebrations. Our spirits, susceptible as ever to any manifestation of folk art, soared just as they would have done in 1869 when the period of national awakening brought about the first song festival in Tartu. To see ethnographic rarities - perhaps even more magnificent examples than those to be found on museum shelves - freely displayed at a real village feast, is a dream come true for any ethnologist. Young girls and women had kitted themselves out in skirts, jackets and all the necessary accessories from their grandmothers’ clothes chests. They beamed with pride and pleasure, as people do when they know their clothes are a perfect fit and they feel good in them.
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