For the Love of Baskets...Revisited

Rick was out of town last week, and when he's out of town, I usually "treat" myself to a little something. Being that I'm a stay-at-home mom by choice, I normally try to spend very little money on myself, in order to continue my "retirement" from the "real" working world. But when Rick is on business trips, I tend to cut myself some slack and buy a little something for me.

As I've mentioned before, I have a fetish for baskets. When I originally posted about this fetish, Rick was also out of town at that time, and I had just found some ever-so-cute baskets at Garden Ridge. I did not purchase anything that day, because I felt oh-so guilty about buying just one more basket. But one particular basket has been calling my name every. single. day. since. then. So I gave in last week and made another trip to basket land and purchased this:

Isn't it cute?! And, as I've told you before, every basket in my house has a function. Here is what this cutie holds for me:

It is the perfect size for a box of kleenex (For it is sneezing season in Texas.), a bottle of lotion (I keep lotion close at hand in an effort to keep my hands from aging beyond the rest of me.), a timer (I am the queen of timers!), and our paddle (Yes, we spank these angels from time to time.). My camera also fits into this handy-dandy basket, but I can't figure out how to take a picture of my camera, silly me. All of these items used to sit on the counter, and it drove me insane to see them pile up in plain sight. Now, they pile up in this basket that sits on the counter between the kitchen and living area.

Do you know what's even better about this practical purchase? It cost $4.99! If you have such a basket fetish, run out to Garden Ridge. (No, this is not a sponsored post, but boy should it be!)