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.