But let me tell, you, basket weaving is calling to me. I imagine my African ancestors weaving the most magnificent baskets, carrying them on their head, trading them for supplies, handing them down the generations... I might not have a choice.
Maybe I can store the supplies in the bathtub... Hmmm.
Okay, here is how it started. I met this amazing lady at the art store a month or so ago. We hit it off instantly and she invited me over to her house. I know. Weird. But a good weird! I went to her house a few weeks ago and we made jewelry with her and her neighbor.
|This is some of her altered jewelry.|
It was sooo much fun, we decided to do it again. The neighbor happens to be a basket-making QUEEN. And since basket weaving has been on my: Want to learn, list - I asked if she could teach me. Here are some baskets she has made:
And, being the generous person that she is, she taught me! For FREE!
I should make more, huh?