My picnic basket fell apart. I had it for many years, and used it a lot. It was a durable, wicker basket; deep, with a strong handle and flaps over each topside opening. Eventually the top flaps broke off but it was still a sturdy, useable basket. During the pandemic this past year I kept the basket stocked, and in the car, ready for any opportunity we might have for eating a meal outdoors. It was stocked with hand sanitizer, disinfectant wipes, flatware, drinking cups, paper plates, napkins, and a tablecloth.
I took it along on a recent trip to Iowa to meet up with a friend for a few days. As I put it in the car I felt the handle (which had already been fixed once with wire) was loosening up. But I still put it in the car. Then while there, I took it out of the car and the handle broke completely. The picnic basket was no longer functional.
But the timing was good. My friend and I like to frequent thrift stores so it was the perfect time to look for a new-to-me picnic basket, and we were successful in finding one.
When I got it home I cleaned it off and set it in the sun to disinfect, and now it’s ready to “carry on” the task of holding our picnic goods for many more years, I hope.
…and here’s to many lovely picnics in the coming days!
Thanks…and I’ll think of you…
Such a good idea to always carry a picnic basket in your car. How wonderful that you so easily found a replacement.
Dubuque is such a beautiful city.
I was really glad to find a replacement.
It was very handy to keep it in the car.
I love the idea of finding your new treat by buying something someone else no longer needed. How lovely that you found a replacement AND that you have a fun memory to go with your new-old purchase. Yay!!
Someone’s junk is another’s treasure. 😉
I still have 2 in my storage bedroom that I am trying to purge! I have about 12 bed pillows that are no longer necessary because I Have very little overnight company any more. I am sorry about the family growing up ! My parents must have felt this too, both for their family growing up and then the grandchildren moving on as well.
Two picnic baskets…could tell some fun memories I bet.
It’s bittersweet to see our families grow and move away…