It all started with these two pictures from The Painted House. That gigantic basket made my heart go pitter-patter. I had to have one. But I didn’t know what it was. So I turned to Uncle Google and spent hours searching things like “giant flat basket” and “the most glorious basket I’ve ever seen” and “somebody tell me what that basket is!!”. Until finally, I gave up and emailed Angela from The Painted House and begged her to tell me what that big, beautiful basket was.
She emailed me back within moments and said something like, “You silly Yankee! Don’t you know a tobacco basket when you see one?” Apparently, tobacco baskets were used by tobacco companies to display their product when they took it to market. You can find them in antique stores in the Carolinas (and other southern areas), but not up here in the North.
So I turned to Ebay. But, to date, I’ve been unable to find one in good shape for less than $100 plus at least $50 shipping! YIKES!
So I bought a replica tobacco basket. It’s smaller than the glorious 40″x40″ size of a lot of tobacco baskets and it lacks their character and aged beauty. I hate it. I thought it would calm my craving, but instead, I feel like the Jr. High girl wearing Kmart jeans when all my friends are wearing Jordache. Wait. I was that girl. And I totally dated myself with that comment.
And now, everywhere I look, I see beautiful tobacco baskets. It’s like I’m being taunted by the Tobacco Basket gods.
This picture makes me want to cry. You Carolina girls are probably out back playing frisbee with your tobacco baskets and I can’t find a single one.
I know that the answer is I need to make a visit to North Carolina and dig around in a few antique shops. Hopefully soon. And in the meantime, don’t you go buying all the tobacco baskets. Leave one for me!