Meeting Rita opened a window through a tourist economy into life on Bequia. Led down a shell-and-gravel path to her home behind the family-run bar and restaurant, I was ushered into Rita’s room. Bedridden since her foot was amputated a few years back, her world fits into a 10-by-10-foot space lined with packed shelves and a cupboard, with a TV for company and her extended family on call. Sitting with her, telling her what her apron meant to me, I was gifted with stories she told of her life. These stories started with the patterns in the apron and grew into the stories of Bequia. The work she and her husband have done over the years centered on the vacationers coming to their island home. Rita’s stories continued with how the geography of the village had changed, what the local government did to help, what the schools are like, problems with youth and her disappointment that “de young people” have abandoned this handiwork that she made a living from. Rita shared the meaning behind each of the appliques: fishermen weaving tales on the water, villagers meeting with news, women carrying provisions. What I thought was a mortar is actually a coal pot for cooking, with whale flesh inside — Bequia remains one of the few countries granted a waiver by the International Whaling Commission. Inwardly, I cringed with the thought of whale killing, while Rita told of islandwide celebrations after a successful humpback hunt.