Over the past several years a new obsession has quietly crept up on me. I find it difficult to walk past a basket without stopping to examine it and, more often than not, buying it and bringing it home. Something to do with the shape, texture and ‘organic’ nature of baskets hold an irresistible attraction for me and despite my determination to keep this house as uncluttered as possible, my collection of ‘woven-ware’ is growing steadily.
A window display in Cape Town.
Loving baskets as I do, Africa is a good place to live. Baskets abound. There are weavers on street corners, piles of baskets at markets and some beautiful examples in many of our loveliest decor stores. But discovering Amatuli in Kramerville is like walking into Basket Heaven.
There are baskets of every size, shape and colour imaginable. They come from all over the African continent and I am particularly drawn to the Bohero Baskets. These are made from plant fibres by the Bohero people who live on the borders or Zimbabwe and Zambia to our north. They are used for carrying and storing food. No two are alike and there is something very appealing about their form. So far, I have succumbed to three large ones which are under the stairs and a couple of smaller ones which are now on bookshelves.
Small Behero baskets and woven Zulu hats in the library
Basically, there are baskets all over the house:
Three shallow (originally brown) African baskets, now painted in duck egg, hang above the headboard.
Art Africa in Parkview is another source of beautiful basket-ware, along with a huge variety of other African craft work. The brightly coloured baskets on the wall come from there. They are made with telephone wire, rather than grasses or reeds.
Art Africa. Mind-boggling choices.
Art Africa. Just love these black and white wire baskets.
An abundance of basket-ware…
In most South African towns it is not unusual to find street vendors selling basket-ware on pavements, street corners, traffic intersections and, of course, markets. I have only to go a couple of blocks to find Khosi who comes from Swaziland. She makes beautiful baskets and floor runners and can be found most days of the month on a corner of 4th Avenue in Parkhurst.
The woven grass runner in the kitchen area of the guest suite was made by Khosi.
And finally, it seems my passion for baskets extends to all members of the household…
home-in-the-making 
Love the runner in the kitchen! Was it there in May>?
It wasn’t but I don’t know if you actually went into the guest suite when you were here. I do remember that you commented on the rugs in the kitchen. Have put some effort into the guest suite as we had visitors staying there last weekend. I am planning to list it on Air B&B.
I did go into guest suite; there wasn’t a table in it at the time either. Looking good!
Crème, Ponche and I share your obsession. Neither Douglas nor Kahlua can understand it, but they tolerate us basket cases. I really love the spiral baskets you pictured, although it’s hard to pick a favorite.
Can totally relate to your love of the artistry in basket weaving😃 A great article, thank you Jacqui and thank you for sharing places to visit and promoting Khosi.
Jacqui, I’m curious about the print (etching?) behind your spaeth lily. What does it depict? It reminds me of “Out of Africa”! You have some beautiful art (and baskets)!
Wonderful baskets, Jaqui. I’m going to send you a photograph of a basket which Peter bought recently at a beautiful shop in a nearby village which sells French antiques. It’s only open three times a year – for a week at a time – so we always take the opportunity to visit. (They have another shop in London, so are not entirely dilettante!) the basket is perfect for fruit picking and I’m looking forward to using it for the apples this year.
Heather, you have been so much on my mind and I think I need to send you a proper email. I would love to visit sometime when that special shop is open! Your beautiful dolls house platter is finally in place on a diningroom table I bought in Sussex in June! That will have to be part of another blog post.
I love this, Jacs, and the pets are shameless scene-stealers! Mom loved baskets, too. I still have at least one of hers. My aim now is to find a basket for your dolls’ house.