Today I've been playing around with some vintage strawberry baskets and crates I picked up awhile ago. I can't help but feel total admiration for those people who once filled these baskets with plump juicy strawberries. I once was a strawberry picker . . . for 4 whole hours. Yep! My first job besides babysitting was as a strawberry picker at a local farm. My mom dropped me off at 8 and by noon I called it quits! That is stinkin' HARD WORK!!
Decorating these babies was much easier than picking strawberries! But I'm sorta at sixes as to whether I like them with a little bit of flare or au natural. . . What do you think?