... well, plastic, actually.

After the last few weeks, I needed a couple of days' vacation. I took my sweet time driving back roads, following rivers and passing through small river towns to get to the factory that makes these. A cluster of brick county buildings.

The folks there met me, and gave me a tour and a demo. Hydraulic presses stamp the plastic sheets with the design. There was an overpoweringly unpleasant smell: Some kind of cleaner?

I chose a design called Gothic for the Dining Room; I hope it will give the appearance of a trellice.

They had posted a "workers bill of rights" that included, among other things, the right to be free from "chemical or physical restraint". Wonder if being knocked out with that smell would qualify.

More later.