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 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.
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