Grow, gin, spin, knit. Finish, cut, sew, dye. You know the story of cotton in North Carolina: By 1815, the first cotton textile mill appeared. By the 1920s, on through the 20th century, our state was a leader in textile production. By the turn of the 21st century, the industry had largely migrated overseas. But now, the idea of cotton blooms anew: Many of our once-abandoned mills are alive again, filled not with machinery, but with music, food, and art. Elsewhere, an artist uses cotton to piece together memories, and a family business spins a candy version of the stuff. All around our state, companies work together to bring textile production back home. Grow, gin, spin, knit. Finish, cut, sew, dye. There’s a rhythm to the work, and it’s coming ’round again.
Mill town residents have not forgotten what textile work, and the life they built around it, meant to them.
In Chapel Hill, cotton serves an unexpected purpose.
The story of a Mindful Supply Co. T-Shirt unfolds entirely on Carolina soil.
In the animal kingdom, you don’t have to be cute and cuddly to have a cotton-inspired name. Click the image below to learn more.
By Eleanor Spicer Rice • Illustration by Jessica Roux
An Apex company makes it OK to love spun sugar, the kind of cotton you can eat.
From her picking style to her unlikely path to fame, the folk music heroine from Carrboro always did things her own way.
Durham artist Skylar Gudasz covers “Freight Train” by Libba Cotten.
Why does this Haywood County town have some of the cleanest water in the state? It’s the result of the community’s efforts to keep the forests in its watershed pristine.
The spectacular views in North Carolina’s High Country aren’t just inspiration for writers, painters, and sculptors. Those landscapes — the rugged gray face of Grandfather Mountain, the vibrant fall leaves, the deep green meadows — are brushstrokes on Earth’s own canvas.
The sprawling vineyards and wide-open skies that stretch for miles across seven North Carolina counties offer relaxing getaways — not to mention some of the state’s finest wines — for Sunday drivers aching to escape the rush of city life.
Nothing lasts forever — and that’s what makes many of our cherished moments so special.
