Made in the northwest Appalachian region of North Carolina, this midi size buttocks basket dates from the 1960-1970 era. It has been stored away in my basket collection since the mid 1980s.

The basket is ash splint with admirable natural and light teal blue canes. The canes are strong at about 1/4" wide. Of course, the basket has the Appalachian style woven God's Eyes on each end. 

I love the way this basket fits in my hand. When you grab it, one side of the buttocks fits perfectly in your palm. It's the kind of basket you want to grab in your hand, run outside, and collect flower seed pods with. 

It is also perfectly shaped and woven. It has nice posture any way you want to it to sit. Maybe it's just me, but I love buttock baskets that sit right.

The basket has not been cleaned in any way and has been stashed away in my collection for over 3 decades. It is in exceptional pristine clean like new condition with no imperfections or flaws. It measures 5 1/2" tall with handle. The basket portion is 6" long x 3 3/4"

Professionally packed and box shipped for ultimate protection. 

Special Note: I'm a serious antique and vintage basket hound. So, here's a clue.

First, no serious antique and vintage basket collector should ever call a basket wicker and many people do. Wicker is a weaving method but today, it's used to describe Asian baskets made of bamboo or sweet grass. Technically speaking, the term wicker was first used to describe antique wicker furniture made from willow branches or grapevine, and before we started using the term wicker to describe Asian furniture imports. Here in the Appalachian Mountains, the terminology for caning that should be used is not wicker, but the wood type such as red oak, white oak, ash, locust, willow, etc.

My mother and I have both collected baskets up and down the US East Coast for over 50 years. When I divorced my husband of 33 yrs, on the stand in court he accused me of being a basket addict. It made me so sad. I believe it was projection because I don't have addiction issues. He did. He never saw the beauty or value in anything, and it hurt. But now, 9 yrs after the divorce, I've become the biggest basket addict in history - and hopefully, he'll never come back.