A molding covering the joint formed by a wall and the floor

Usage examples of baseboard.

Desperate housewives have peeled and slit garlic cloves to release the odour, then put them in drawers, under cabinets and along baseboards all over the kitchen with some success as long as the odour lasts - about two weeks.

The rain trickles down through the house, and everything wooden swells and shrinks, and the nails in everything wooden, the floors and baseboards and window casings, the nails inch out and rust.

I peered in and found Tommy on his hands and knees, touching up the baseboards with a brush and a can of white latex paint.

I wiped down the walls, scrubbed the baseboards and floors until the soapy water turned a frothy pink.

The baseboards and cupboard door, as well, were obviously scavenged wood from some lot or estate sale.

The window was trimmed with it, and the baseboards had once been the horizontal slabs for the horse stall.

The whole of it smelled like mildew, and I suspected at night wee creatures scuttled around the baseboards after all the lights were turned off.

I unscrewed the heater vent and tapped along the baseboards listening for hollow spots.

It was a brown room with tired umber paper on the walls and ceiling and bronze-colored curtains without luster over the windows and dirty beige baseboards with mouseholes in the corners, and Mayk would have said it felt like a room with a stiff in it.

The baseboard moldings are carved and varnished and eighteen inches high.

Seizing the alarm in both fists, Emory yanked it from the ceiling by its screws, hurled the squawking disk into a corner where it caromed off the baseboard, creased the refrigerator, kissed a table leg, and slid to a dead stop at the foot of his chair, its bleating remains silenced at last by one decisive plastic-spewing stomp.

I shone the flashlight all around the walls, and she pointed at the baseboard behind the door.

I went into the study, crouched down by the baseboard, and, at last, was able to open the gun box.

I tried the kitchen first, tapping along the baseboards for the sound of hollow spaces.

It may have taken me as long as a minute to realize what I was really seeing: wallpaper featuring red roses as big as cabbages against a field of black, babyshit-brown baseboards, trim and doors, and six chromos of little girls on swings, with mats of purple velvet, and with gilded frames which must have weighed as much as the limousine which had delivered me to this catastrophe.