What was she thinking?

I returned something the other day to our friendly...well, neighborhood at least...Target. While I waited (and waited), I noted my fellow returnees. The most curious was the woman returning large wicker baskets...twelve of them. It required two shopping carts to bring them all in...even more surprising was that they were purchased on three different occasions. What? She couldn't see the ugliness (or the fact that she didn't like them, or that they wouldn't work for whatever her purpose was) until maximum density had been reached? "Just one more, that will really bring it all together..."