The Cross House
Over a two-year period I made a concentrated effort to dismantle the Aladdin’s Cave in the basement, a room full of bits & pieces removed from the house over many decades.
This effort proved successful and all over the house (interior and exterior) long “lost” bits were re-installed.
But two inside window stops — just two — proved maddening (inside stops are a thin piece of trim surrounding wood sashes on the inside).
Anyway, today I re-installed a set of restored sashes to the west window in the sewing room! Squee!
The last thing to do was re-install the interior stops. The two stops were in the adjacent corner, where they had been ever since I purchased the house in 2014. Many many many times I had picked them up to vacuum and then always placed them back in the corner as they were obviously part of the west window (the two south windows in the sewing room had their interior stops still in place).
But…today…when I went to, at last, re-install the stops…they did not fit. They were way too long.
It was belatedly obvious that the two stops next to the west window all these years did not belong to the west window. But why, why, had they been placed there? I had no idea.
Then, in a flash, I realized: Oh! I know where the right stops are!
I ran down to the basement and grabbed the two maddening stops, and raced back up the stairs and into the sewing room.
And the maddening stops?
I stood there radiant with happiness. V I C T O R Y !
Of course, then I wondered: WHERE did the stops which had been in the corner of the sewing room all these years belong? I looked at the two stops. They had been partially stripped but retained a distinctive dark brown paint. And there was only one place in the whole house with that dark brown awful paint.
Excited, I scurried over to the triple stained-glass windows in the upper stair-hall.
In the grand scheme of the Universe, getting two pairs of interior sash stops back to their correct place after an absence of time is not, likely, a big deal.
But it felt like a big deal to me.
For, the Universe was just a tiny tiny tiny bit better.
And I had proof.