I realized as I pulled into the garage and tried to find a place to put the basket I have a basket addiction. I need another one like I need more coffee. While folding laundry the basket talked to me and told me what it wanted to become. It had a vision and it wanted to become Swiss. I had to listen. Here is what it became:
I imagine this filled with birch logs next fall next to the fire. I imagine this filled with big fluffy yarn balls. I imagine it catching junk in the basement. Maybe I need to imagine selling it.