The third basket

When I wrote about my grandmother's baskets and how much they meant to me in the context of family and history, it seemed to me that something was missing - almost like I was a basket short.

It's a truism that you can walk by something every day and never see it.  Or look for something in the same place 100 times and not find it.  From time to time I actually prove that to myself.

Yesterday when I was picking up my dog's toys and putting them away - it became very clear to me where the other basket was!

It's now officially the toy basket & has been for so long it had "disappeared".

It might seem to some (hopefully not my family members) that this is desecrating a family heirloom.  I prefer to think of it as finding a loving ongoing use for something I cherish.  Nothing damages it - Joey is very careful when he takes items out of it and he clearly knows that this is where "his" things belong.  I have yet to see him take any interest in replacing them IN the basket but he loves choosing a toy to take out and play with.

This basket, like one of the others, is pretty old - no nails involved in the making of it.  Just the material that it was constructed with.

So at any rate, now I feel that the circle is complete and this is the "rest of the story".  Being a practical woman my Aunt Emily would no doubt approve of my using it - for some unknown reason she actually approved of almost everything I did!  One of the many reasons I loved her and miss her to this day.