Five Questions Friday: Business Moves Back in the Kitchen

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Q: I see that Eric Taylor Basketry has moved into the kitchen again today.
Eric: Well, yeah. I had to bend some wood and our stove with gas works best to get the wood boiled and hot. Should I buy a new stove and install a gas hookup for the workshop?
Uh, no. Use the kitchen.

Q: What are you working on and for who?
Eric: Bending Rims and Handles for my Cottage Garden Basket that I’m teaching in a couple weeks at Winter Weave in Ohio.

Q: How ’bout that Super Bowl and don’t you feel bad for Jud? I mean, we watched the Super Bowl at his house, in Falcons’ territory, and ate all his food.
Eric: Ate all his food? I don’t feel bad for eating all his food. And I don’t feel bad for winning the game either. We all got along and there were no fights. That “super bowl” contract you drafted and tried to get us to sign was not necessary. 

Q: Now that you bought a new projector for our movie room, am I not going to see you anymore?
Eric: Oh. Well. Ah. No. I mean, won’t you come and watch more movies with me?

Q: What aggravated you this week?
Eric: You finding out that I bought a brand new projector.

Be Aware of the Signs…

Lately, I’ve been on this internal, self-development, personal awareness kick where I’m trying to pay attention to external, visual signs, especially out in nature on our little five acres here in rural middle Tennessee.

Okay, if you don’t understand what I just wrote, then simply ignore it. Honestly, it often confuses me at times.

Anyways, the other day, I was out doing errands and one item on my list was to buy a replacement for my garden knife. I broke it the other day, but lucky for me it was a Fiskars brand, which has a lifetime warranty. So I wanted to replace it as soon as possible.

However, while at the store, I saw so many other gardening tools I wanted, but with Mr. Basketmaker and myself being self-employed artists, we are on a self-imposed, semi-strict budget. And I need to adhere to it majority of the year (I say “majority” because so far we have allowed a couple of sins between us… hence my usage of “semi-strict budget”).

So I replaced my garden knife but was enticed by all the other bright, shiny garden gadgets in front of me. Which I must add here, promised me, an ashamed-to-admit, non-green-thumber like myself, easy garden success.

Could a cynical, previous-employed advertising creative buy into such a claim? Yes, I was buying it! Well at least one other tool: a much-needed and nifty weeding tool.


When I arrived home, I was excited to show Mr. Basketmaker that not only did I replace the “lifetime warranty” garden knife that I broke but I also “got me a weeder.”

He enthusiastically said “cool.” And quickly blurted, “Hold on… I need to go get something to show you.” And he turned around and disappeared into his workshop.

From behind his back, he brought out two garden tools, he bought just for me, earlier that day, while I was out doing errands.


A multi-functional hoe and a brand new, shiny trowel! I was ecstatic to see the trowel because I came into this marriage with two of them and as of yesterday, found myself with only one of them, and a very beat up, dried out, splintered and dinged one at that. But marriage is about compromise so I was okay with that beat-up, abused, hardly-cared for trowel that I had since 1998. Whose keeping track anyways, right?

So when I saw my new two garden tool additions, I thought it was a total sign, and that Mr. Basketmaker and I are meant for each other. Not that I was questioning it, mind you…


…Just paying attention to life’s little signs. I now have a little set of new, shiny gardening tools… happy day!

Taxes in July

You heard of Christmas in July, right? Even the Hallmark channel discovered that their ratings get a huge bump in summer by running holiday movies all month.

But it’s no holiday feeling for me. I was determined to get our taxes done by July 10th, today, which happens to be our Wedding Anniversary. I filed an extension last April because I cannot stand doing our taxes. I have to shut off my normal, unorganized, free-spirit brain and turn on my dusty, serious, all-about-numbers, categorical brain. It’s very hard to do. Let me tell ya.

So I had the goal of finishing by today.

Here’s our dining room table as I write this…


Why am I spread out on our table? Because my workstation and desk in my office is a giant mess. And I needed a clean and clear surface! Mr. Basketmaker is not happy about this discombobulated mass of paper in our living space however he doesn’t dare ask me to pick it up or when I will be done. He knows I would tell “him” to do them!

I like how my large helper, Jackson, is siting under the table by my feet. And he’s laying on his red ball. Almost telling me that after this is all done, I can go back to playing again!