They say a woman can’t have enough shoes, well maybe not. But I say one cannot have enough baskets. I love baskets…all kinds…all shapes…enough to be called a basket case. Well, technically that’s what my dad calls my mother (She works with basket weavers in Assam) but hey maybe its in my DNA.
A house without baskets is just not complete. Its chic, fun, full of beautiful weaves and textures and so practical. I have baskets for everything…in the living room to put in extra clutter and those extra cushions, in the bathroom for all those bottles and towels , as laundry basket, in the kitchen, on the dining table for spoons and forks…yep pretty much a basket overload.
In the northeast where I come from basketry goes back a long way. Before the entry of plastics…baskets were used for everything.