As I told you a few blog posts back (here and here), my blog is not only a time to show you my outfit, but also to tell you stuff I’ve learnt, and in today’s post, with my pink feminine dress and Cacti Crown (I got the idea to make this crown from Delightfully Tacky’s Succulent Crown), I thought it was the perfect time to tell you about some Cacti Mythology from Argentina!
So Quehualliu was the most handsome Indian in the village and had his sights set on Pasancana, the chief’s daughter. They grew up together and eventually fell in love. Quehualliu (don’t ask me to say that aloud cos I surely wouldn’t know how to pronounce it) often gave her flowers growing from the mountains nearby. Unfortunately, Pasancana’s father wanted her to marry another boy, of course one that was a good hunter.
When Quehualliu and Pasancana found out about the chief’s plan, they cried and sobbed on each other’s arms, and then decided to run away together, heading towards the mountains. Obs, the chief was way mad when he found out his darling daughter was missing and had run away with the handsome Quehualliu and he gathered up a big group of men to find the lovers and bring them home, and surely punish both of them.
Pasancana and Quehualliu were pretty tired from running all day, and by the middle of the night they had to take a break in the desert. Because of the light of the moon they saw a few men were heading their way, but they were too tired to keep running. They prayed to Pachamama, the Goddess of Land, to hide them from these men. The kind goddess took pity on the lovers and hid them by turning Quehualliu into a cactus. The Land Goddess kept Pasancana with him by placing her spirit inside the cactus. The thorns protected them, and Pasancana shows herself occasionally to the world by emerging as the beautiful cactus flower. (sources here and here)
AND THAT IS HOW CACTI ARE MADE, and I don’t wanna hear anyone say anything different!
Dress: Vintage from Yesteryear Retro Clothing Glasses: Glassons Shoes: Target Cactus Crown: Handmade
Anyway, I hope you all have a lovely day, and think about poor Pasancana and Quehualliu the next time you see a cactus.
Thanks to my lovely sister for taking these!