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I know some people have these bronzed, which, even at the time when I’d been in the stores that offered the service, seemed strange…

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Maybe it was the little white “first shoes” that got bronzed more often.  Still an odd keepsake.  Maybe it made more sense in days when polio or other childhood illnesses meant that some children didn’t make it to any larger shoes, or walking was a bittersweet milestone to look back on after that became impossible.

Or maybe it was “the thing you did” because the nice people at the store offered a service, and everyone else in the neighborhood had these things on their shelves, so….?

I remember buckling these on and off, running to the edge of the beach in them [and needing to shake out sand], going to school…little white cotton socks…discussions of why toes should be “piggies” and why on earth they would want roast beef…

But for the last few years, now that these shoes live with me, rather than my parents, I have been trying to figure out WHAT THE HELL to do with them.

The current [literally] solution is to use them to hold charging cables up off the floor and out of the immediate visual field of the current baby in the household, that kitten I keep photographing.

What things have you got that have found odd new purposes?

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There is something so very satisfying about finally using tools and techniques and materials that have been dormant for a long time.

The little blue cabinet was a gift for me when I was a child; it held books and treasures and was one of the first pieces of furniture in my first house. Arriving at Elsinore, it stood in a corner for years, biding its time to be useful again. Yesterday it was brought into the kitchen, cleaned up, and the baking pans got neatly filed in the lower case (previously the home of many, many children’s books).

But to stock the upper case with cookbooks, I needed to make shelves.

In the basement is the wood stash. Some I acquired from friend’s families, pine from a colleague whose spouse could no longer do woodworking, and batches of redwood and butternut from trees that were felled at the old house.

One piece of pine, cut to fit…. But I needed the shelf to be four inches or so wider. Okay, there was a likely piece of butternut……

This is where it gets fun. I had collected a few old hand planes in the mid-90s, restored them, and set them aside…. But now I could set up my bench with a stop in the tail vise, adjust the blade and turn that rough wood into part of a shelf! Complex joinery this isn’t, of course, but a lovely reminder that old efforts are not wasted, and good exercise, too.

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