When I was a child my mother took up cane basketry as a hobby for a while. She made these little garlic baskets, and I forget how it came about but she ended up making hundreds of them to sell to people at my Dad’s work. I remember cracked skin and something that was fun turning into something that wasn’t. It was an early lesson for me on why it’s not always good to try to make money from a hobby.

Even so, I love these little garlic baskets. I have bay leaves stuffed into one, and the one I drew is pristine, Mum having saved it until recently, when she gave it to me.