[these pegs are not originally from Inglewood, they have lived here for just on 10yrs. before that? I don't know. I bought a tin of them in a junk shop, long forgotten. do they carry the memory of where they have lived?]
I have a thing about old wooden clothes pegs. I also have a thing about wooden spoons. I love the feel of them against the skin of my hand, as I hold them I wonder about the woman who owned them, what were her passions, her loves, her wishes and her dreams. I feel a connection with a woman unknown and long gone from Earth.
these pegs are not elegant, but simple. is there such a thing as simply elegant? if so, that is exactly the words that I would use to describe the pegs.
do you have something similar that whisks you back to days gone by? something that you touch and you begin to wonder about its story?
[if you would like this collection of 6 simply elegant pegs from 'beyond' Inglewood.. all you have to do is tell me, here in a comment & I will pick a name from a hat [vintage of course!]. this is my way of paying forward all the lovely comments and support over the past week]