my first basket

Many moons ago. Many, many. My Mother devoted a fair amount of time teaching me a variety of sewing crafts, including crochet. It didn’t take. I’ll sew a loose button on here and there, but no one is surprised if, say, I need something hemmed and ask for her assistance. And when I say assistance I mean ask her to do it. So when I picked up a crochet needle in the not too distant past it came as a surprise to both of us that her instruction was not wasted. My first basket sits front and center on our media cabinet and holds Netflix DVDs. It’s not perfect. Obviously, the basket should be holding diamonds but hey, at least the DVDs are neat and tidy.