Remember I told y'all I wanted to weave baskets? That I truly wanted to take a lesson? Well I did! Lookit!
Let's back up.
Friday morning I drove from Tulsa to Wellston. I have no clue where Wellston is. It's in the middle of nowhere and there are cows everywhere. There's even a Moo something-or-other Cafe. The wind whips through like nobody's business. I love Wellston.
In Wellston, I met Marcia, owner of Oklahoma Basket Supplies, teacher of weaving. Y'know, I was so focused on learning and getting home before the kids got off the bus (epic fail on my part) that I didn't get a photo of Marcia. Sorry.
What I did get photos of was the process. So as not to bore y'all to tears, I'll just jot a line or two about each one.
The cane and reed for the stakes and the weavers are natural and smoked. No, I'm not smoking anything. The rounded bits and pieces for making the baskets are colored and not colored. 'That better?
I got the bottom of the basket woven and secured at the corners.
Starting up the side walls of the baskets.
Bad Monkey! Mr. Monkeysuit earned a time-out, horning in on my work.
All I need to finish is the rim!
Here's a shot of her shop.
These are baskets that the basket making guild has made and filled for a local battered woman's shelter.
Cool, huh? Then I raced like a mad woman to get home. Still missed the kids getting off the bus. Next time I'll just plan to stay later so I can eat at that Moo Cafe and take more pictures. That, and I think I'll need to stay later anyway. There's a really cool picnic basket I want to learn to make. Gorgeous.
The process - well the process took several hours, what with me just learning and all. Everything had to be soaked, so it wouldn't break while was weaving or bending. There's still finish work to do, once it's fully dry (which it is). I'm looking forward to more!
Now, if you'll excuse me, I've a monkey to reprimand.
Until I write again ...