Saving grace

Self-portrait with hooks

A bunch of Victorian cast iron coat hooks came my way, and why wouldn't they ? They were fixed to steel bars and had graced an Infant School cloakroom moons before. They were almost invisible under a gazillion coats of paint in various jolly colours. Cleaning them up took a while, but once the bare metal was polished they seemed to breathe again and do look fantastic. But what to do with 50 cast-iron coat hooks, magnificent as they are ?

And this door handle also escaped the demolition, and I wish I had more of them. Again, lovely craftsmanship and detailing were hiding under generations of paint, with just a hint of smooth metal peeping through.

Just need to find the right home for them now.