As I am going through the many boxes from my mother’s attic, I continue to find the unexpected. Last Sunday I opened the box above and was surprised by more than forty (I quit counting at forty, I am lazy like that) stunning baskets resting within.
The colors are heavenly, and each one is unique.
They have been carefully hand stitched by someone with meticulous patience.
Some of them have been stitched onto fabric and a few of them have a bow sketched at the top of the handle. I wonder if the intent was to embroidery this part?
The blocks were being put together with this completely inappropriate (in my opinion) polyester rainbow fabric. It is interesting fabric, just not for this.
Anyway, I think this entire project will be lovingly put back in the box, until I muster up the courage to work with it, and the skill to not ruin it. Both of which are far far away.