Dear Saturday,
It seems that on only your day that my day is filled to the brim with baskets. Baskets of all kinds it seems. The morning is filled usually with that of the launderer's variety. The one pictured above is really our hamper (until I replace it), but when its contents have been sorted, fills three other smaller baskets. Later on today, when I collect groceries for the week, I will be filling a cart, which essentially is a basket on wheels. I'm not complaining, as I am a self-proclaimed organizational freak, and truly love the nature of the basket. I have them all over the house; a window into the small addiction of mine to containers of the sort. As the day progresses, I will eventually find myself clutching a red basket, filling it with my favorite brand of basket therapy: Target.