I forgot to post April’s calendar page! I wanted to post it on Eric’s birthday. How I overlooked this is beyond me, especially since his baskets are featured on the page. Not a good Basketmaker’s Wife at all! LOL. (Sorry Eric!)
So April’s Calendar Girl is Miss Suzanne of the Basket Cottage. It features Eric’s miniatures and smalls. Most were woven by Suzanne and some woven by Mr. Basketmaker himself.
Y’all enjoy the last few days of April.
Q: While you are away in North Carolina I decided to give Chance a haircut in your workshop. Look at this pic I quickly snapped… Coco Kitty kept playing with his foot! They’re going to be great friends, don’t you think?
Eric: Uh, Uh, Yeah, I guess. But from my experience, no cat is afraid of Chance.
(You do have a point…)
Q: You think that will ever happen with Jaxson?
Eric: Uh, no. No. Nope.
Q: BTW, Chance didn’t like laying on the wood floor in your workshop for some reason and kept moving onto your rug. So there’s sort of a lot of hair scattered around. I know how much you love picking up all his clipped fur so should I leave it until you get back? I wouldn’t want to deprive you of this enjoyment…
Eric: Heck no! Sweep that up and vacuum that rug. I don’t want his fur getting in the movie room especially with that cat. She’s probably flipping it all up in the air as we speak. It’s probably on my workbench, on the shelves, on the chair, in my bathroom, on the towels…
(Okay, Okay… Dang).
Q: How’s the North Carolina convention going?
Eric: Good. But I have a story for you. I walked across the street from the hotel to grab something to eat and ordered a cod sandwich and the lady asks “do you want fish with that?” and I said “What?” She repeated “Do you want fish with that?” And I said, “Doesn’t it come with fish?” She looked at me for a few seconds, and then said “Oh, no! I mean do you want cheese on that!” We both laughed but afterwards, I wished instead of me saying “What?” I said “Yes, I’ll have the Cod Sandwich but hold the fish.”
Q: What aggravated you this week?
Eric: That cat again. While I was plugging up that hole she found next to the old stove vent in the cabinet, she hopped back up there, knocked over a stack of my molds and then spilled my coffee on the floor and all over herself… I ran out and only had enough for one cup and she dumped it! So I had no coffee. That really aggravated me.
And when I say “a few hours” it really is for a few hours.
Part of my job description as the Basketmaker’s Wife involves helping Eric with his patterns for exhibit baskets. (Exhibit baskets are special. For his other baskets, he’s on his own…)
He creates preliminary sketches on grid paper and then I electronically reproduce all into one drawing. Then Eric is able to make changes on my computer. And when I say “changes on my computer” that means him sitting next to me, looking over my shoulder, telling me what square to move where.
I know what you’re asking, “Lynne, how can you calmly (y’all are assuming with the word ‘calmly’) sit there and move around a bunch of squares. That must be grueling.”
All I can say is that I gladly do it with no complaints, mind you… as long as my glass of wine is refreshed without me even asking.