Okay, okay she’s lost the plot, a pic of Mickey Mouse, what on earth is the woman going to blog about today? Your guess is as good as mine!
I was going to put up a really cute pic I took the other day of Harry popping out of my Talking Basket, but alas I seem to have deleted the damn thing.
Now the words Talking Basket should have made you prick up your ears. Is there no end to this woman’s talents, she now owns a basket that talks. Are we seeing something along the lines of that chattering hat in the Harry Potter movies, the one that intones the choice of school house for the pupils? Are we suddenly imagining the sort of voioce a basket might have. A wickedly wickery voice one would hope. Maybe slightly husky, definately not high or squeeky. I’m seeling a sort of Robert Redford in his hayday with golden hair, yes he would be a suitably natural; basket-type persona don’t you think?
Talking baskets, now there’s a thing.
Actually it is all pretty mundane really. My Talking Basket is nothing other than a huge old French market basket that I use for doing these talks and demos at shows and fairs. It is the only thing big enough and strong enough to lug all my props about in. You know you’d think a few jars, bottles of oil and booze, some herbs, strawberries. salts and sugars wouldn’t weigh much – don’t you beleive it!
For the Scottish Homes & Interiors show I started off with my nice chunky Kilner jars as part of the demo. Oh yes they look the part, they are what I use at home for making my lavender gin and other boozy creations, they are perfect for the job. You try carrying four of them around with you, clunking about and taking up space. The jam jars for the oils and vinegars were another issue. The lovely big glass bowl for doing my mixing. Those natty little bowls for separate ingredients. Oh it all looked so cute, all fitted so well. All weighted a tonne!
After day one of the last show I had pared down my props to a minimum. I was scouring Tesco on the way home to fine plastic replacement bowls that were clear enough to see through. Plastic pots with tight fitting lids and something big enough for the gin making that wouldn’t slop the damn stuff all over me.
It was a tad hit and miss to be honest. I didn’t get it quite right. Some things worked and others didn’t. However I have had a couple of weeks since that show and now the Talking Basket is replete with cleverly glassy looking clear plastic containers (with seriously tight fitting lids!), little plastic bags of sugar and salts, a lightweight plant pot, plastic bottles of the olive oil, plastic jugs and small sized sieve etc. Amazing how you can rethink the whole thing and find all the replacements for a Lighter Life!
Tomorrow I go down to the SECC in Glasgow to drop off the boxes of books for The Country Living Fair. Yes it’s that time of year again. This is a first though, no stand for me this year, just demos and talks and selling books and dvds. How strange not to have been madly sewing ornaments, not making vast quantities of pot pourri, not enlisting everyone I know to stuff hearts and tie labels. In a way I’ve missed it, all the preparations, but part of me has breathed a huge sigh of releif at not haveing to do it all. It’ll be great to catch up with old frinds like Carrie and Chris and hear their news of the past year. I will have plenty of time to mooch about and look at all the goodies on offer. I will take my camera and take piccies for you.
In the meantime the Talking Basket is sitting at the door. Hasn’t said much really. Wish I hadn’t deleted the photo of it. Oh well I’m sure Mr Mouse at the top of the page enjoyed his outing on the blog.
Have a nice day or whatever Mickey would say.