A few weeks ago, some knitterly friends came over for a day of yarny goodness, a hearty meal, and lots of laughter.
Accompanying two of them was the most thoughtful basket full of fabric, flowers, a monogrammed vase, wind chimes, and all sorts of wonderful goodies.
Upon seeing it, my immediate thought went to food. I asked myself, at the time: "Wouldn't this make the perfect bread basket?"
No, that did not make me or the basket happy.
My mind, still centered on food, asked: "Fruit, perhaps?" Everyone needs a fruit basket (eggs, you see, were out of the question because we have no chickens).
Afraid the fruit would soil the basket, I decided that was a poor use for the lovely basket.
So, lonely basket stood empty...
At least, for a short, short while, before yarn began jumping into it!
I am pleased to report both basket and assortment of yarns are very, very happy.