Buying All the Baskets
Aunt Martha had a knack for doing a lot with a little.
I spent a day watching her purchase a plethora of baskets.
She bought an assortment of sizes, colors, and shapes.
What in the world was she thinking? She already had enough stuff.
A week later I visited her, and saw she had turned them into wall art.
It was amazing and wonderful; something I could not have visualized.
What do you think? She asked me.
I thought she missed her calling.
She should have been an interior design decorator.
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