I love sewing moccasins. I love the whole process of moccasins. It’s a relationship with time, the mistakes you learn from and the commitment to new designs that unfold.
My earliest recollection of moccasins is eating the laces, and walking around with one on my foot and the other in my mouth. Another memory was grandma applying the white wash earth paint on her fresh moccs before she would go into town. All she wore in the summer were moccasins.
I watched my Grandma Crucita and Grandpa Juan under the ancient French/Spanish jungle of purple and greengage plum trees, and near the Mirabelle plum bush was the spot where they would sit and make their crafts.
I also grew up on moccs, deer hide with cow hide soles, some with fur, and the combat or roper boots with the heel peeled off and a cow hide sewn on for the sole.
A bit of Moccasin/History;
Sit back and relax; hihi. We as an ancient people wore moccasins long before the Spaniards and Columbus came to our land, and I figure long before Nike, Minnetonka, and Taos Moccs that moccasins are truly America’s first footwear. Comfortable, durable, good for any casual occasion, they define a cool chic-tribal-relaxed and chill lifestyle.
After the second World War when actual highways and roads were maintained, and around the last time people had money to take vacations from the east to the west in hordes, the southwest of my world was a place to visit. The white Americans took to the new highways in their new automobiles to discover the amazing and secretive natural beauty of the Wild West visiting the Pueblos along with the many mom and pop curio, souvenir shops. Read More→