This week, a serendipitous occurrence: one of the roofers is supplying us with old glass taken from his family's 1850's farmhouse being restored in Bantam, CT. They'd offered the glass to the local church; the church didn't want it. They brought it to the local glass seller who refused it, saying, "Old glass is a pain in the neck, I don't deal with that anymore." The roofer was about to throw the glass into a dumpster when Rob, our contractor, suggested he bring a pane over to Holleywood.
"It's an exact match," Rob said, shaking his head in disbelief. "The same waviness, the same ripples. One of the panes is exactly the size we need in the breakfast room." Then, the perfectionist in him amended, "Well, within a 16th."