09 February 2011

An obsession...

it's my parents' fault.

No, really it is...
see it all started when I was only a grade schooler....
They (the parents) started to take vacations,
really just weekend trips to 
Charleston SC.

I was,
and probably am..
a spoiled brat, and they had to get away 
every once in awhile, or they might 
strangle me.

So,
a babysitter or grandmother was retrieved and
paid, I suspect, and off they went on a Friday afternoon.

Not a long way mind you,
but far enough that not returning when I cried, was 
only reasonable....

There they had a wonderful time,
and because they are indeed wonderful themselves,
they would bring me "goodies"
gifts,
presents,
bribes....

That's when it started...
this obsession for 
baskets...

I cannot help myself.

I don't even try any more.

I am hopeless.

So,
here is a glimpse at my stash...
enjoy....

























Some are old...
having been acquired from antique shops, or junque stores...

Some came from family members to me when
we cleaned out their homes, I cherish those the most-est...

Some are relatively new....
younger than me...

Some are really new...
brought to me last year after their trip...

Yes,
they still take those trips....
I am still a brat, so there is no reason to upset 
the status quo.....
smiles.

1 comment:

  1. These are beautiful, Ellen! A lovely stash indeed, with tactile evidence of skill and craftsmanship. :)

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