It must have been my disgruntled groaning week after week that caused my dear husband to go on a mission to find a clothespin for me that wouldn't snap into pieces.
A year or so ago, he presented me with a bag of . . . tah -da! Metal clothespins.
I'd never seen a metal clothespin before, but in short order I knew they were just the greatest, and now I won't use any other kind.
They're nearly the same size as both wooden and plastic clothespins.
And do they ever perform without breaking! My crocheted rag rugs are very heavy when wet . . . and thick besides.
These metal clothespins grab on to the rugs and hold them like no other clothespin can. The same goes for hubby's heavy work pants especially when there is a stiff breeze whipping the clothes around.
They're constructed very well with a strong spring and I'm confident they will last forever.
Hmmm. Clothespins. Yeah, I know I may sound like I've been living in the woods too long. It's a strange thing to get so excited about. But what's that expression?
Ah, yes. It's the little things in life that count!
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For any of you who may be interested, Papa Pea found the metal clothespins at Lee Valley.