This reminded me instantly of my childhood home in Indiana. When I was in 2nd grade, we moved into the home of a former telephone man. The garage was filled with beautiful wires in all colors, and my dad and I made crafts out of them, like twisted necklaces with shell charms for the school sale. I got to choose the color combinations, and Dad would use his drill to tightly twist 2 or more strands of wire. I remember being fascinated with all the bright colors. These telephone-wire baskets from Africa are beautiful.
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