Breaking out the baskets puts me in a good mood. That is not to say that baskets are only a spring and summertime accessory but that is how I associate them - with a spring in my step and a market, full of fresh produce, to conquer . I wonder if there is such a thing as 'too many baskets'. I would disagree but I am certain the men in my life would not. I have been buying, or should I say collecting, these straw lovelies for more than fifteen years...
These baskets live everywhere in our home. In the bedrooms they are full of anything your heart desires, in the office tissue paper and ribbons overflow, by the pool they hold the towels and the sunscreen and in the sitting room they are by the hearth with pine cones and lavender. The car has a couple in the boot, ready for the market or any other shopping occasion. I use them as 'gift wrapping', for hostess gifts, as a handbag and travel bag and even for Santa stockings. French baskets come in all sizes and weaves, with or without leather handles and binding. Every time I leave the house to go to the market (which is about once a week) I promise myself no more but inevitably I don't listen to my own advice and come back with another. I convince myself that the handles are prettier or the straw a shade different to the myriad of others ...the truth is I have a basket habit.....xv
image - vicki archer
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