As you know, I went to the Christie’s Antique Show and Sale. I’m making such a big deal about it, you’d think it was my one and only yearly outing from the asylum.
Which isn’t too far from the truth.
As a blogger, most of my life is spent locked up in my house being forced to take pictures and write posts. What would happen if I didn’t take pictures and write posts? Well, let’s just say *I* don’t want to be the one responsible for some idiot in North Dakota’s mascara running down their face because they didn’t know enough to wear onion goggles.
I apologize for the horrifying visual, but you needed to understand the kind of responsibility I’m dealing with here.
I have a lot on my shoulders
I do leave the house on occasion but it’s usually just so I can go out and forage for emergency supplies like white glue, craft paper and gold spray paint. And potato chips.
What was I talking about?
CHRISTIE’S! That’s right. So when team Bertelsen and I went up to Christie’s, one of the first things we came upon was a booth filled with herb plantings, most of them done in rusted out picnic baskets. If you can remember wayyyyyyy back to the beginning of this post, I’ve considerately supplied you with a photograph of one of these plantings.
‘Cause I’m considerate like that.
The first thing I thought when I saw the herb planted picnic basket was “Wow! I wish I were the sort of person to go on a picnic. As it turns out I’m the sort of person who only gets as far as thinking about going on a picnic.
My next thought was “Wow! You never hear about John Davidson anymore. That’s incredible.”
And finally, I thought “Wow! I’m pretty sure I have that exact same picnic basket in my potting shed”
When I went home, I didn’t find John Davidson in my potting shed, but I did find my picnic basket.
And on my front porch, I found some herbs I hadn’t planted yet.
It was kind of a match made in heaven. That’s incredible.
Wanna make your own herb planting? Here we go …
Done. If it isn’t rusted out on the bottom, you’ll need to hammer a few nails through the bottom of the picnic basket (or whatever other unique vessel you’re using) for drainage.
Now. Who wants to go on a picnic with John Davidson? I’ll bring the gold spray paint.