29 November 2006
Basketweaving–the term conjures up images of easy college courses designed just to fulfill requirements, when actually it’s an amazing art! I think I probably have a bit of a basket fetish–I own more baskets than I ought to, that’s for sure. But, they are beautiful and useful. And, they are the epitome of texture, texture, texture. And in this photo, I really like the light shining through the weave.
The most remarkable thing about this photo, however, is that I had time to take it! It’s Dickens Eve for us–we leave tomorrow for our big weekend in Galveston. For most of the eleven years we’ve been attending this event, this evening would be an endless night of sewing–racing against the clock, pushing every deadline. One year I made three ladies’ outfits and thirteen waistcoats! One year we had a sweat shop in our hotel room with three sewing machines, two ironing boards, and a worker bee not only at each of those stations, but two people pinning things together as well! It was awful! And it was a turning point. I swore never again would my holiday weekend be like that.
Ever since that year, my deadlines have been met earlier; my workload has been better planned, and my procrastinating tendencies have lessened a bit. This year, I had a few additional projects I could have tackled, not the least of which is any one of the four new outfits I have planned for myself. But, as it was, I promised very little, and I exceeded my own expectations! The truck is mostly packed and ready to go, and I am basically stress-free.
So, I’ll celebrate the tenth season with the same pretty red dress. And I have time to contemplate basketweaving.
~MB














