My mom and I set out today for Chimbarongo to get a proper bed for Jack, our family dog. This little town is just an hour away and is well-known for its wicker work. Everything you could ever dream of, and things you could never imagine, are available in wicker.
Instead, he’s getting a custom wicker home: 100 x 80 cm. I’m not sure how big that is actually, I’ve only just mastered Celsius conversions, but it seems large enough.
I caught wicker fever and received this handsome tote as an early birthday gift from my mom. If I put my notebooks, reading materials, and other desk things in a pretty place will that motivate me to finish my diss? Here’s hoping.