After rehabbing basket #2 from the pair I thrifted, I really didn't have a lot to do to it. The sides are nice and I like the airiness of the woven material, as I plan to use it as another project basket. The bottom was the problem, as it was not entirely solid but woven loosely with big gaps. I took a ball of sage green yarn from my scrap bin and crocheted a flat circle in single stitches to serve as a bottom liner. I didn't use a pattern, but just increased in the round for fifteen rows until it was the right size. As with the first basket I then sewed the bottom liner to the basket with big stitches so I can remove and launder it in the future if it gets soiled. Now I can put small items like stitch markers in the basket and not worry about them slipping through the gaps in the slats.
I don't know if it's the general happiness of 2026 (compared to last year, anyway), spring about to arrive or just pure intellectual restlessness, but lately I've been missing writing for pleasure. Everything I do in that department is for income, and there's nothing wrong with that, either. One must pay the bills. It's just that I've always enjoyed writing stories for the sake of just writing stories. I have an archive of close to a thousand of them that I've never published. When I get like this I think about a guy I knew back in the day when I was writing for NY. We met online and I enjoyed talking shop with him so much we were becoming friends. He had a novel planned and it sounded really good, and I intended to help him on his way to publication once he did write it because he was very talented. Then suddenly, just after Hurricane Katrina, he drowned in a boating accident. I have not written anything outside what I do for the day job in a...