I remember these baskets from the days when I would take the boys to the company swimming pool for an afternoon of diving and Marco Polo. I'd lug towels and sunscreen, extra clothes and shower shoes and sometimes an extra friend or two. I was secretly thankful that the pool didn't allow toys. If they did, I would look like the opening shot to that sitcom, "Yes, Dear". These baskets were quite handy. It kept us from having things strewn all over the place. Now this basket can organize all kinds of cool stuff. Maybe that ever-growing stack of Somerset Studio magazines . . .
Live Edge Hairpin Bench
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