Previously I briefly mentioned my aversion to pegs. It is a small, non-offensive quirk – they simply stress me out. Not specifically the pegs themselves but the act of pegging them on the clothesline attached to clothes. I am compelled to have them all line up in a most specifically, orderly fashion.
Who has time for that?? Not me.
To combat this, I wisely decided to simply ban their use in my house. This meant that, for 10 years, I did not own a clothesline. My dad recently rectified this by installing a line – but I still don’t use pegs. I drape stuff like sheets and use coat hangers (or the tumble dryer) for the rest.
My first art lesson yielded a “peg” assignment for homework. I had to draw my nemesis the peg!! I actually had to borrow a peg from my mum for this given my self imposed peg ban.
Then, when raiding my laundry cupboard for some particular cleaning product, I found these lurking. Imagine my horror!
I reckon they belonged to my first house mate – he was quite devastated I didn’t have a clothesline and even suggested I should reduce his rent accordingly! (And you think I have issues??!).
Given I had this newfound peg collection, I decided to go the extra mile with my homework.
As a result I seem to have overcome my aversion to pegs somewhat. I still don’t plan on using them to hang clothes but I do appreciate their simplicity to draw. See – art therapy is alive and kicking in my house!