I wasn't sure what to do for this prompt but I went to hang the washing out this morning and pulled out a special old brown, brittle, plastic peg. I inherited a bag of them from my great aunt many years ago and this is the only one left & I think of her every time I use it. Looking at that sky though I might be getting the washing in sooner rather than later!
I love the vintage one mixed in with the newer ones. I’m surprised it hasn’t broken because the plastic ones seem to be less weather resistant than the old wooden ones