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it’s a bone for a glass dog. they were bred in the early 19th century; but short life span made it impossible to keep them viable.
A serving knife rest, so your lovely lace tablecloth will not be stained.
Congrats on keeping the comments clean everyone!
Baby dumbbell. No one likеs a weak baby.
It’s a knife rest. These are not only for the carving knife, but one is at each place setting for resting the table knife after it’s used. It is NOT for the butter knife. The butter knife remains across the bread plate.
My grandmother had two. I don’t know about her background, buy she had many instruments that showed she entertained often.. I have a set of 12 salt cellars with tiny crystal spoons to sift the salt from the cellars over individual food. We used them at Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners.
Today none of my children know how to “play” fancy meals.
Sad tradition. If it won’t get washed in a dishwasher, they won’t keep them in their house.
No talking- no experiences other than food from a paper bag.
To lay you knife on after you cut your meat so you don’t mess up your tablecloth
Knife rest. Kind of likе a chopstick rest
Dirty knife rest keeps table cloth clean.
Lol I have one from my mom, never knew what it was for. Now I do! Thanks
Wow!! Thank you for insights!! So cool to have this group!! The knife rests sure are beautiful!!
Have one just likе this. Resting of the carving knife, if you only have one.\
I’ve never seen one, they are beautiful!
Wow! I thought I knew different types of serving utensils, but I didn’t know this one. Thank you for sharing!
We used t have one likе that, my Mom and my Grandma’s. Salt roller maybe?
I have a set of them
It’s to set a knife holder.
A knife rest is a small, often decorative, object used to keep the blade of a knife from touching the surface of a table or countertop when it’s not in use. They come in various shapes and materials, ranging from simple metal designs to more ornate versions made of silver, porcelain, or other materials. They can add a touch of elegance to a dining table while also serving a practical purpose.
Certainly! Knife rests have been a part of dining culture for centuries, originating in the 17th century in France. Back then, they were primarily made of metal or porcelain and were often adorned with intricate designs, reflecting the opulence of the time.
In addition to their decorative function, knife rests serve a practical purpose. Placing a knife directly on the table can not only damage the table surface but also transfer food residue and germs. Knife rests elevate the blade, preventing contact with the table and maintaining hygiene standards during meals.
Over time, knife rests have evolved in design and materials, catering to various tastes and aesthetics. While traditional designs still remain popular, contemporary versions featuring minimalist styles or innovative shapes have also emerged, appealing to modern sensibilities.
In formal dining settings, such as fine restaurants or elegant dinner parties, the use of knife rests adds a sophisticated touch to the table setting. They are often part of a coordinated set of tableware, complementing the overall aesthetic and enhancing the dining experience.
Beyond their practical and decorative aspects, knife rests also hold historical and cultural significance. They evoke a sense of tradition and etiquette, reminding us of bygone eras when elaborate table settings were an essential part of refined dining.
Whether used for everyday meals or special occasions, the humble knife rest continues to play a subtle yet essential role in dining etiquette and table presentation, embodying a fusion of functionality, beauty, and tradition.
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I Installed a Hidden Camera After My Daughter Started Behaving Strangely
Mothers have instincts, and mine was screaming at me that something was wrong. My daughter, Beverly, had started acting differently, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that my mother-in-law, Cheryl, had something to do with it. Desperate for answers, I installed a hidden camera—and what I uncovered shattered my world. Lies, manipulation, and betrayal ran deeper than I ever imagined.
A Seemingly Innocent Offer
Life had been running smoothly, or so I thought. My husband, Jason, and I worked full-time, and our four-year-old daughter, Beverly, was thriving at daycare. Then, out of the blue, Cheryl made an offer that seemed too generous to refuse.
“Why don’t I take Beverly on Wednesdays?” she suggested over dinner. “It’ll give her a break from daycare and allow us to bond. It’ll be good!”
Cheryl and I had never been particularly close. She had always been polite, but there was an unspoken tension between us. Still, she was family, and I wanted to believe she was acting in good faith.
At first, everything seemed fine.
But then, Beverly started changing before my eyes.
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Strange Behavior Begins
It started with little things.
“I only want to eat with Daddy, Grandma, and her friend today,” she said one evening, pushing away the meal I had prepared.
My stomach tightened. “Who’s Grandma’s friend, sweetheart?”
She just smiled secretively and sipped her juice.
Then came the bedtime whisper that made my blood run cold.
“Mommy, why don’t you like our friend?”
My gut clenched. “Who told you that?”
She hesitated before saying something too rehearsed for a four-year-old. “Our friend is part of the family, Mommy. You just don’t see it yet.”
A shiver ran down my spine. Something was happening—something I couldn’t see.
A Gut Feeling I Couldn’t Ignore
The next time Cheryl visited, I casually brought it up.
“Has Beverly made any new friends? At daycare, maybe? She keeps talking about someone.”
Cheryl barely looked up from her coffee. “Oh, you know how kids are. Always making up imaginary friends.”
Her voice was too smooth. My gut told me she was lying.
That night, I made a decision I never thought I’d have to make.
I installed a hidden camera in the living room.
By lunchtime on Wednesday, my hands were trembling as I checked the footage.
At first, everything seemed normal. Bev played with her dolls while Cheryl sipped tea.
Then, Cheryl glanced at her watch.
“Bev, sweetheart, are you ready? Our friend will be here any minute now!”
My heart pounded.
“Yes, Gran! I love her! Do you think she’ll play with my hair again?”
Her.
Cheryl beamed. “If you ask her nicely, I’m sure she will. And you remember, right? What we don’t tell Mommy?”
Bev’s voice was impossibly sweet. “Yes. Not a word to Mom.”
My stomach dropped.
Then, the doorbell rang.
Cheryl smoothed her clothes and opened the door.
And I saw her.
Jason’s ex-wife, Alexa, stepped inside.
The Shocking Truth Unfolds
Beverly ran straight into her arms.
I don’t remember grabbing my keys. I don’t remember the drive home. One moment I was watching my world fall apart on my phone screen, the next, I was storming into my house.
There they were—Cheryl, Alexa, and my daughter—sitting together like some twisted little family reunion.
Alexa turned to me, startled. “Oh. Hi, Martha. I didn’t expect you home so soon.”
She said it casually, as if she belonged here and I didn’t.
“What the hell is she doing here?” I demanded.
Beverly looked up, confused. “Mommy, why are you ruining the union?”
Union? Reunion? I didn’t understand.
Cheryl sighed, as if all of this was exhausting for her. “You always were a bit slow, Martha.”
“What union? What is my child talking about?”
Alexa shifted uncomfortably. “Look, I—”
“Shut up,” I snapped. To my surprise, she did.
Cheryl smirked. “Alexa is the one who was meant to be with Jason. Not you, Martha. You were a mistake. And when Jason realizes it, Beverly should already know where her real family is. Alexa won’t just dump her at daycare. She’ll stay home with her.”
Alexa wouldn’t meet my eyes.
“You manipulated my child, Cheryl! You made her believe I didn’t matter—that we were both replaceable!”
Cheryl raised an eyebrow. “Well, aren’t you?”
Something inside me snapped. If my child hadn’t been in the room, I don’t know what I would have done.
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A Mother’s Vow
I turned to Alexa. “And you? Why? You left Jason! What do you even want?”
She swallowed. “Cheryl convinced me Beverly should know me. That maybe, if Jason and I…”
I took a step forward. “If you and Jason what? Got back together?”
She didn’t answer.
I turned back to Cheryl. “You’re never seeing Beverly again.”
Cheryl tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled. “My son will never allow that.”
I met her gaze, cold and unwavering. “Oh, we’ll see.”
I scooped Beverly into my arms. She didn’t fight me, but she was confused. And that broke me more than anything else.
As I held her close, I made a promise.
No one would take my daughter from me.
Not Cheryl. Not Alexa.
And if Jason wasn’t on my side? Then not even him.
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