Lately I’ve had a thing about baskets, Longaberger baskets in particular. I don’t know if it’s simply because I’m a woman, or has more to do with me being a designer, but I’m enchanted by these, by the quality of the crafting, and the fact that these are woven by hand.
Today after doing some spring cleaning and organizing dresser drawers, I hung my new little basket in my upstairs bathroom, pulled out some wire clippers, got down a bouquet of silk flowers stored in the closet, and started snipping away. When I was done arranging, and stood and gazed at my basket, my heart felt happy, my soul felt soothed. There’s something in a woman’s spirit it seems, that yearns for touches of beauty as a necessity in life. Sometimes I see beautiful things that I’ll never be able to afford and I find myself wishing I could. But today I am reminded that any touch of beauty warms my heart, and that is a priceless and welcome reminder.