My family home is full of objects which have been loved and passed on. My husband and I love old things – it’s the shared experiences and stories of where objects have inhabited that make us feel human and connected.
The object that means the most to me is the Moses basket that my Mum put me in when I was a baby back in 1988. I come from quite a large family, so it’s been home to several sleeping babies and many of my nieces and nephews used it. My sister-in-law made a new cover at some point and my brother made a new base. It’s last use was for my daughter Wren. It was surreal to watch her sleeping in something I once slept in too and I couldn’t help conjuring up a mirror image of my mother watching me in it. If it’s still going, I would love the Moses basket to be used again, maybe by Wren someday if she wishes.