I have reached the stage of middle age where I can say, completely unironically, ‘oooooh, that’s a good basket,’ while secretly imagining that the only thing standing between me and a perfectly organized home is just the right container. I discovered this yesterday while wandering the Fiber Frolic (yes, I discovered a bit of yarn too, but that was less surprising).

Luckily I also discovered that many of my friends are also at this exact stage of life, as a shocking number of us also found ourselves inexplicable clutching baskets over the course of the day.

But really, that’s a damn good basket. I’m feeling more organized already.