Autobiography of a Handbasket
Because it's far more useful than I could have ever Nostradamicized when I bid on the silent auction items it contained, this simple handbasket (is that two words? oh who cares) is a symbol of where we are in the stages of settling in our new home. Its contents change depending on what's going on as we organize, unpack, entertain.
Based on the prior blog entry revealing the first tenants in the wicker premises, can you guess what phase we're in by the changing contents?