I had a little accident the other day. I fell off my bike.... like a five year old might. I was okay, lots of spectacular bruises but pretty much unharmed. Except my basket didn't make it, I landed somehow on it (the physics remains a bit hazy as other parts of the bike flattened me) and heard a loud crunch of wicker. I was a bit miserable on the return stretch, secretly sobbing not because of my leg and foot, but because of my beautiful, handy basket.
So of course I had to track down another and I have decorated it - or have begun to... but I don't think I like it as much. Maybe it's because we haven't bonded yet.
Hopefully when it is attached to the bike I will go "Awwwww". At this stage though I am still missing my old one.
First world problems methinks.....
But I really love riding my bike with stuff in my basket. Especially good stuff to eat.
Lots of love,