A few weeks ago I started thinking about weaving baskets. It's something I fell in love with many years ago when Erika was very little and my mom bought me a kit for a small, plaited basket for my birthday. I was hooked! Although I did such a poor job of weaving that first basket that it has lived its entire life hidden in a cupboard holding napkin rings, I'd never dream of throwing it out! It was the first basket I ever wove and, now all these years later and with my mom gone nearly ten of those years, that basket is a treasured -- if misshapen -- part of my life.
For some time back then, I was very "into" basket weaving. I helped found The Misti Washington Gourd and Basket Guild and was it's first Secretary. My friends and family received baskets on many gift-giving occasions and I even sold some baskets for resale in a lovely little country-style store, The Country Loft .
But, at some point about 10-12 years ago, I gave up basket weaving. I'm not sure why I gave it up, but I've always been sort of a serial monogamist when it comes to crafts -- I'll learn something new and then when the newness wears off, I lose interest and move on, jumping into the next thing with both feet. Maybe the messiness of the craft is what got to me. The materials -- usually reed in my case -- need to be soaked in water until they will submit to becoming a basket. And, a craft that involves water isn't the easiest thing to do while sitting in front of the TV at the end of a long work day!
For whatever reason I gave up basket weaving, there I was a few weeks ago thinking about picking it back up again! I gave in and ordered some supplies from V.I. Reed & Cane, Inc. and while I waited anxiously for them to arrive, I dug out my basket weaving books and paged through them, remembering.
The materials arrived, and sat on my worktable for several more days.
It turns out that basket weaving is a lot like riding a bicycle -- you don't forget. You might be a little wobbly at first (this is a VERY simple basket and it's far from prefect) but your body remembers what to do even if your memory is a little fuzzy at first.
Returning is good.