It Starts With The Base…

This week is a special class where ‘The Goddesses’ are working on an ‘exhibit quality’ basket. Sunday night at Eric’s ‘open house’ they each got to pick out their own bases…


The next morning they were fast at work. Here a few of them, uhm, I mean ‘goddesses’ in the workshop sanding…


The next morning, I joined them for breakfast at the Bonnie Blue Inn…


Above is Rebecca, the owner and the chef, announcing what everyone is about to eat. I stopped listening after she said the “peaches in the peach cobbler come from my garden.” I started to inch my way back to my chair while the others continued to listen. Well, from the look on Tracey’s face below, I think she was thinking the same thing as me… I need to taste this cobbler… now!


Here’s the only other pic I have of the basketmakers working in the weaving area…


Somehow all the other pictures I took disappeared off the camera. After the basketmakers left here to go to the B&B, Mr. Basketmaker borrowed my camera to take this shot of, what else? His dog Jaxson, lounging on his dog bed. Actually his dog bed is a loveseat couch…


And when Mr. Basketmaker returned my camera after taking a bunch of shots so he could show me how cute his dog is, a whole pile of photos I took of the basketry workshop for the last two days were gone. Now of course I’m not accusing him… I’m just sayin’…

I’m Lucky to be on Nantucket with my Mr. Basketmaker

This is the view I had right outside our car in the “garage” deck of the ferry that would transport us to Nantucket.

I knew the ferry must be large in order to carry the cars, but I never thought there would be five 18-wheelers on the boat as well!

Here’s our dirty van right next to a lumber transport. Eric doesn’t understand why I took this picture let alone put it on the blog. But I was just so fascinated by all the commercial trucks that were on this two-and-a-half hour ferry ride. This is definitely one of the unique experiences we have had journeying to one of Mr. Basketmaker’s workshops.

And since many of you told me that I don’t post enough pictures of myself, here I am, on the top deck, donning giant sunglasses with the wind blowing my messy hair.

It was such a gorgeous day. Not too cold, not too hot. Perfect for a ferry ride to Nantucket.

Yesterday, I posted pictures of Eric in various “scenes” staged inside the Thomas Macy House, where we are staying. Here it is from the outside.

It’s the quintessential colonial home you would expect on Nantucket’s Main Street. How lucky am I to be the basketmaker’s wife right now? Pretty lucky…

And just a few minutes walk is the 1800 House, owned by the Nantucket Historical Society where Eric is holding his workshop.


Here’s a collection of his baskets on an old painted table. I love the aged plaster wall.


Here’s a couple of his students working on the Cottage Carrier basket.

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Saturday and Sunday Eric has off so we did some exploring.  One of our stops was at the Nantucket Basket Museum to see Eric’s basket on display.


Above is his “Morning Song” basket which I absolutely love. It was so beautiful there in the case, right when you walked in. Again, I’m one lucky girl to walk in on the arm of the artist who created this basket!

And The Name Is…

We still do not know. Eric is close to completing his new exhibit basket, which I can only show as a “peek” image for now. We’re both excited it’s almost done but we still have not decided on a name.

We’ve been tossing ideas for about six months now. I bet you didn’t know a lot of time is spent naming baskets. But there is. I think what’s stumping us is that most of the name ideas from Eric’s list have words like torture, inferno, bottomless pit, torment, arduous, intense, backbreaker, and a whole bunch of swear words mixed in that I cannot repeat.

But I think now that the weaving is all done and the handle is attached, he’s slowly starting to forget all the difficulty he had in creating this basket due to it’s intricate pattern. So we are starting over with the task of naming. After a glass, or two, (okay three) of wine and a few hours of brainstorming tonight, we should have a name to attach to this inspirational basket.