Name: Basket of Sticks
Brand: Berkshires Boutique
SKU: 3931783_9367
Price: 28.0 USD
Availability: InStock

Basket of Sticks

A Tee from the Pedals & Pines Collection

Some creatures collect wildflowers. Others ride for the fun of it. Oscar the Owl? He’s here for the sticks. That’s it. No frilly petals, no whimsical nonsense—just a perfectly curated bundle of twigs for his ever-expanding, questionably necessary nest. If you catch him pedaling through the pines, don’t wave. He’s busy. Probably judging your handlebars.

Crafted with a soft, breathable fabric, this tee captures Oscar’s no-nonsense energy and deep-rooted commitment to practicality—ideal for solitary walks, skeptical glances, and the fine art of silent disapproval.

🦉 Soft and comfortable—great for early mornings, side-eye, and quiet exits
🌲 Pairs well with cool air, dry wit, and highly specific forest goals
🚲 Warning: Not recommended for overly cheerful company or wildflower enthusiasts
🌿 Made from 100% combed and ring-spun cotton (heather colors include a touch of polyester)
🧺 Pre-shrunk for a reliable fit—because shrinking would be unacceptable

Each order is made just for you, which means it takes a little extra time to get it to your door. Crafting our products on demand, rather than in bulk, helps us reduce waste and stay true to our love for the great outdoors. Thanks for choosing a more mindful way to shop. 🌲

Basket of Sticks – A Spring Story

Oscar the Owl did not understand the obsession with flowers. They were colorful, sure—but impractical. Too delicate. Too temporary. Sticks, on the other wing? Sturdy. Dependable. Multi-purpose. So when spring arrived and the forest filled with chatter about blooms and bike rides, Oscar sighed, adjusted his satchel, and rolled his eyes skyward before wheeling out his old bicycle.

It was strictly a transportation choice. He had a particular grove in mind—a place where the best sticks could be found: straight, dry, lightly weathered by winter. Perfect for fortifying the nest he insisted didn’t need more work but might as well be improved. The ride there was quiet, save for the occasional muttering under his breath when a flower petal dared drift across his path.

As he approached the grove, he dismounted with precision, inspecting each fallen branch with the focus of a museum curator. He rejected anything crooked, damp, or suspiciously “decorative.” Into the basket went only the best—no filler. No fluff. Just sticks with integrity. By the time the sun hit its peak, Oscar’s basket was full, his feathers were slightly ruffled, and his satisfaction level was… moderate. He might have even almost smiled. Briefly.

The ride home was smoother. The weight of the basket gave the bike balance, and the scent of pine wasn't entirely terrible. He passed a few other riders—laughing, flower-laden, and absolutely not watching where they were going. Oscar gave them a nod so small it barely qualified as acknowledgment. He was above such fanfare. He had sticks to deliver.

Back at his tree, he arranged the newest additions with a meticulous flair, stepping back to admire the subtle architectural improvements. “Functional. Balanced. Unapologetically practical,” he muttered with approval. Then, without another word, he brewed some acorn tea, settled in, and muttered, “Now that’s a proper day.”.