I’m really enamored with Paul Schick, whose organic twig art stopped me in my tracks whilst perusing one of my favorite blogs, Greige. I already love me a big honkin’ primitive tobacco basket, it’s in my blood . . my grandma Georgie was considered the “finest tobacco picker in three counties” in TN. (Hey, everyone has their strongsuits!)
But these trump the humble tobacco basket any day . . .
How sweet would one of these bad boys be above a mantel in your mountain house?