In my basket...

Here I sit with my legs curled up
Besided me tea steams from my cup
On the floor my basket sits open wide
I have it filled for projects I mind
Knitting, sewing, and tatting too
I always want to make something new

They are made of cloth, wood and straw as well
It has needles, scissors, thread and more to tell
All these make for creative mind
In it there are no limits for what I can find
The world is my oyster for what I can make
And make it I shall, for my sanities sake

So what's in your basket?
What will create?
The world yours to  make?
Or shall you forsake?