The cut outs of the basket (even the handles) give me the ability to sneak a peek at what colors, weights and textures I have. The little hand basket is where I tossed the crochet rosette lengths that I haven't yet twirled and sewn shut. I took another small basket and a crochet hook upstairs for the living room, when rainy, lazy days keep me on the couch without a specific project in mind. Granny Square City, in other words.
Organization makes me happy.
So does yarn.