Some ladies, who want to pretend they’re living the Frenchy life, who want to pretend they may go to farmer’s market at a moment’s notice, tend to carry around a fancy market basket. I should know, as I am among these ladies of the market basket. It’s truly convenient to have one on hand. Maybe you’re going on errands and need to throw your leopard Chanel blazer in to bring to the dry cleaners. Maybe you’re saving money by not subscribing to Netflix, necessitating regular visits to the public library to get the next season on Father Brown or The Mentalist. This means you need a ready container for your books and movies. Maybe you need a large bottle of water and an iced coffee; oh, and an apple. So you leave the house with your trusted basket, which is brimming over with sundry errand items.
Once on your “périple”, you reach inside to grab last week’s library entertainment then use the gained space to put in your repaired shoes from the cobbler. So as a whole, as a market basket carrier, your life is organized, fashionable and easy. But there sometimes comes a problem with the basket. The problem can be named, and that name is Your Family. Yes, your family that sees your basket (the pink and orange market basket that you purchased at a French farmer’s market) as the Family Basket. A place to drop in wallets, keys, sweatshirts and even trash. So the basket no longer represents your easygoing and productive lifestyle of accomplished errands, repaired boots and fresh berries from the supermarket, but the family’s collection of various items. Gum and shoe laces. Ketchup packets and receipts. So, overall, I caution you to leaving your farmers market basket unattended when your family members are around, or one day you may come home and find a dachshund puppy in it.
