I love baskets, I love vintage baskets even more, and I had been dreaming about a vintage, iron basket for a long time. So when I spotted a little old wire basket with wooden handles at a flea market, I raced to it.
I am afraid some innocent bystanders might have become familiar with my pointy elbows, and toes might have been stepped on, but I wasn’t letting this beauty out of my sight. No siree!
Ever so casual I asked “combien?” (as in how much?), trying to point at it with a clearly indifferent stance. All the while holding my breath for the answer, in my head a constant conversation between my good sense and my thrifting ways “
“How much is my limit? It will be expensive, it is the real deal.”
“I want it.”
” This won’t be cheap and it is just a basket!”
“I want it!”
”Oh gosh, you are not paying a fortune for this.”
“I WANT IT!!!!”
“Deux euro”, she said (two euros). What??? Done! Holy smokes, here is your coin. Merci Beaucoup and Au Revoir. Grap, snatch, it is mine!
I think I danced back to my bike.
It had been an uninteresting market so far, and I was a bit ticked off for wasting my time, but alas, that is the sport of vintage treasure hunting. But now, with this little beauty in my hands, the world was all right again, the stars had aligned and the flea market goddess was smiling down at me.
Cycling home on my bike, I kept coming up with ways I could use this beauty. Maybe to store some candles in my living room, or should I fill it with towels in my bathroom, or get some flowers and put mason jars filled with them in it….. Ah the possibilities.
But in the end I combined vintage with vintage. I just popped some of my white linens in it, and it instantly looked good. The crisp white fabrics, the soft faded colors, the dark metal and the beautifully aged wood: a match made in heaven.