Last week I somehow convinced my farmer boy that adding to my vintage basket collection was a matter of urgent business importance. Not only that, but I convinced him to spend Thursday afternoon driving around hunting down the woven treasures.

I'm a little bit in love with the old baskets. I love their shapes, the feel of the old wicker, the bits of colour used to highlight and to cover the handles and the thoughts of the stories they hold.

I carry a basket full of crap wherever I go. I also have most of my wool collection tucked up neatly in baskets and then I've got a few filled with other odds and ends.

Our builder Mick, who is going to build my studio one day, is designing one whole wall for basket storage. Baskets are functional and decorational (?), win, win!

So naturally when it came to freshening up our farmer's market stall to show off our new season's apples, I thought of baskets. A bunch of baskets filled with apples sitting on a red and white checkered table-cloth. Now why haven't I ever thought of that before?!

So we basket hunted, and we basket bought, and we basket filled and we basket loved. And we chatted baskets with so many people on market day. It actually surprised me how many people stopped to take photos and how many people had basket stories of their own to tell. Old baskets, family heirloom baskets, romantic picnic baskets, baskets on top of fridges, Lego filled baskets, market baskets...so many baskets. So many bits of wicker woven into vessels. So much gorgeousness.

So how about you? Are you a basket user? A basket collector? A basket lover?
Is there a special basket in your life?
I reckon there just might be.

Be good peeps.

xx