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!

Live From Nantucket: Five Questions Friday

Q: What exactly are you reading? And why do you have a cigar in your mouth?

Eric: I’m learning about the Thomas Macy House, which we are staying at here on the island:
“An 1830 conversion of an earlier structure, its perfect symmetry features an elegant doorway with an elliptical blind fan underneath a second-story window with sidelights…” shall I read more?
No. Just tell us why there’s a cigar in your mouth?
I bought it for when I spend time with your dad next week. Relax everyone. It’s not lit! Thought it made a good prop for me to get into the stodgy-library-reading kind of mood.

Q: What’s the intrigue in that painting?
Eric: Well, it’s perplexing. It looks like she just came back from a long day of horse riding, yet her hair looks absolutely perfect.

Q: Since when do you drink tea?
Eric: Well Lovey…
Okay, stop. You’re really laying it on thick now… I get it! You are pretending to be an aristocrat which is like, impossible! Now continue…
I will have you know that I’ve been known to drink green tea from time to time. Besides, these little tea cups make it taste so much better!

(Note: in case someone at the Nantucket Historical Society is reading this, there was no actual tea in this cup! He’s pretending. Same with the cigar. Eric doesn’t smoke!)

Q: Why is your leather hillbilly hat sitting on this elegant table?
Eric: Hey, my mother always told me to remove my hat when at the table!
Well, make sure you wipe off any smudges you might have left on that table!

QWhat aggravated you this week?
Eric: Look… when you are staying in this beautiful historical museum-setting home which is a few minutes walk to the heart of Nantucket, my excellent students and the perfect weather we’ve been having, I think I will skip that question this week!
I would have to kindly advise that if you wanted to be invited back, I wouldn’t wear those camo pants and your “Otter: the OTHER, other white meat” t-shirt around town. I’m just saying! When Jud sees that picture of you sitting in the stairwell of this elegant, historic home, he will say “Lynne, that boy just ain’t right!” And I will have to agree with him one hundred percent!