Someone over at the Old House Web's Forums asked for a closer look at the plate rail in our dining room.
Seeing that we live in Earthquake Country, I suppose displaying anything on this tiny shelf is probably a bit foolish. And now that I've written that, I guess I'd really better go dig out the Museum Wax, and glue down our antique thingamajiggers. (For those wondering, you're looking at cookie molds, unspecified mashers, and a sock darning egg. I'm not sure what the nutcracker-looking thing might have been used for.)
Plate rails make a dandy home for our extensive collection of vintage shoe-lasts. Remarkably, neither Robb nor I have tried our hand at shoe-making. We do have a friend who is an incredible cobbler, and who makes utterly beautiful custom footwear.
Robb and I are stupidly pleased with how well our odd-ball possessions fit into our little house.
So, here you go, old house folks! Here are more detailed photos of plate rail than you could ever hope for.
Pretty thrilling isn't it?
What can I say? We live Life in the Slow Lane, around here.