As I mentioned previously, this toasting fork intrigued me for its apparent textile quality. When our rels took over the shack up in the far NE Tasmania where we spent a couple of idyllic days with them, it was already there, and they did not know the maker or origin. Perhaps one of my readers will though.

It’s interesting how my involvement with fabric and thread sometimes enables me to register common, everyday things in textile terms, and far removed from their everyday purposes.