We’re recently back from holiday. As such the washing pile is enormous. It’s reminded me that it would be really good to dig out the sewing machine and make myself a peg bag. I saw a really cute one recycled from a tiny kid’s T-shirt but its never materialised. If I were being self critical I’d say that I haven’t got around to it because procrastination is moi! A different perspective is that I’ve rather a lot on my plate. Realistically I haven’t had a moment to run one up. Let’s go with the self compassion shall we?
Because my pegs haven’t got somewhere to store them nicely they often stay on the washing line. I suppose it’s a mixture of ultra-violet light from the sun and constantly being rained on that causes the plastic ones to perish. There was I hanging out a pair of knickers and snap! Another one bit the dust.
So I decided to treat myself to some replacements. Thinking of laundry accessories as an indulgence may say something about the kind of person that I am. Don’t other women buy themselves make up and a bunch of flowers to perk themselves up? I popped into The Range with my sights set on a new toilet brush too. Never let it be said that I don’t know how to spoil myself.
And there I saw them: Dolly pegs! Just like the ones that my mum used to have. I used to nick them to turn into little people when my Girl Guide group had crafting competitions. I remember being particular proud of a little wooden geisha girl with a white face and red kimono. As I thought of her I was overcome with nostalgia. I really got carried away and bought two packets.
Will I look after my dolly pegs better? I very much doubt it. They’ll probably still remain outside in all weathers. But when they start to go mouldy and turn to mush, at least they can have a second life, on the compost heap!