So, in tribute, here are my baskets.
This basket is the all-encompassing toy basket. There is no 'seperate bins' because four-year olds are not interested in clearly-defined bins that are toy-specific. What that means is, my boys aren't organized enough to appreciate organizational basketing.
Here we have the hamper frog basket... look, there's a frog! Oh, it's just Turbo.
This blurry basket holds mom-things. Stay out. All of you. It's my basket. It keeps the sink area clean and free of clutter.
Everyone needs a remote-odd-video-laying-around basket.
A tisket, a tasket, a brown tree basket.
The 'Man Basket.' It's not a frou-frou woman's basket. It's pretend-leather, and dark, and manly, and such. Hubby McRed needed his own basket because he kept messing up my kitchen basket. However, I took the picture out. It had (gasp) mail.
The kitchen basket that contains our kitchen clutter. If it overflows, it must be cleaned out. It's close... real close...
My beloved shoe basket. This basket is the most essenial basket in our house. It holds all of the kids shoes and my shoes. The rule is only one pair can remain in the basket. In the winter, I'll get a storage ottoman and line the inside with a towel, for the winter shoes.
I also have a book basket, a papers-I-need basket and a few other storage baskets. I didn't talways have these baskets. And you know what? Before my baskets, my house was even messier than it is now!
So, yes, this is a silly post dedicated to inanimate objects, but I'll be, I need my baskets...