I curl when you pull me, I bow when you tie me, I dress up a gift. What am I?

I am... A state of mind, An atmosphere, A feeling, A dispostion, An aura, A temper, A tone, BUT BACKWARDS!!!!

Two folds I am that come to life, guided by soft winds. Though my first name is what I help make, the second sounds like it winds. I captivate if handled well, from me great tales are wound. If damaged even slightly, it's a debilitating wound.

A crest in the west, a patron in east. Big and powerful in the west, old and wise in the east. From mythos I am, not real but a tale. What am I?

Oh my stars! Like a woven basket of life's little treasures, this gentle giant keeps your linens snug, yet never offers a single hug. It's the keeper of daily drudges, filled with garments that need the suds.