Saturday, October 27, 2012

Eskimo Teacher in Oz

I'm wearing a kuspuk that I made, and my boots, mukluks, were made ~decades~ ago by my aaka (grandmother).  Certainly not ruby slippers, but just as treasured.

I wore them as part of my "costume" for Book Character Dress Up Day.  I was "Mama" from Mama Do You Love Me?


In Alaska, my garb wouldn't have been given a second glance, but here in Kansas, friends, colleagues and parents were either eagerly curious or they politely attempted to not stare, not look at all.

Why ~does~ something culturally different make us uncomfortable?

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