sewing basket

The bottom of the sewing basket didn't uniformly produce the most brilliant products.

She moved her sewing basket from the glider to the porch floor, then patted the empty place.

She got the sewing basket and came back, saying, "This isn't exactly scientific."

She had a small closet, a chest, and the inevitable sewing basket was on a bedside table.

Her sewing basket sat on the kitchen table where she had left it, after lunch.

She opened her sewing basket and removed the card.

She was the one who had eventually made her way to the sewing basket and toppled her chair.

To prove she'd understood him, she closed her sewing basket and moved it to the cupboard shelf, out of the way.

She'd been found with her sewing basket, seated quietly in the courtyard; she had died as one goes to sleep.

Almost I expected to see her sewing basket in her hand.