Her curlers. (Until her arms could no longer reach up and round enough - much hilarity when she spent all evening doing her hair and realised she'd stuck them all in her cardigan)
Her garden. It was a love/hate relationship, really, but I always think of her, brown as a Berry, kneeling at the edge of the beds, weeding.
The radio. It was always on - Women's hour, Listen with Mother, and Terry Wogan.
The iron - another who ironed towels, flannels, everything.
Spin Dryer- Mum only "converted" to using a washing machine towards the end of her life, before then she used a bucket to boil the whites in Fairy Snow, and her trusty spinner.
Not sure how many I've had, but I have to include her car.
She always said it made such a huge difference to her life.
It was a bright yellow Escort, with squeaky breaks you could hear from about 5 miles away! (Just time to sweep around, throwing things in cupboards, so you didn't get told off.