I think it was originally white…with forest green trim.
But the house next door is white, with blue trim.
They must have thought
That just won’t do …
So let’s go ahead and paint it blue!

This is a continuation of my post about my bedding collection.

I discovered another combination that I had not considered until a few months ago—actually it was when I was considering changing my bedding for the Holiday season.

I usually use the red & gold medallion print comforter set, but this year I felt like something different—something festive and bright, but not the usual.

I’ve had this star quilt (pictured below) since we lived in Texas. That’s more than 20 years ago! The coordinating comforter set is long gone so I haven’t used the quilt in forever. But it’s way too cute to get rid of… (I think I originally purchased it from the Spiegel catalog!)

Then I realized I have this green-rose-off-white quilt and shams. For a long time I had stored it in the basement but brought it up recently and stuffed it into my linen closet. It suddenly dawned on me that they just might work together.

And they do! The color of the star quilt is kind of a coral, but really more of a rose shade. So, its color coordinates with the roses in the floral areas of the green/pink quilt.
Also, the checkerboard squares of both quilts are about the same size, creating a harmony of size, shape and repetition. Even the green gingham check bedskirt coordinates!

I hadn’t considered the green/pink quilt before because I previously used it on a double bed and my bed is a queen. But I figured I just might be able to use it crosswise for the queen. In actuality, it is square (the same dimension both ways). It just barely fits.

Happy New Year! Here’s to new unexpected combinations!

Read also: Changing with the Seasons

It’s just fun and provides variety. It does require a lot of linen storage, especially for queen comforters, but what the heck, it’s only space. And there’s always under the bed…

So, now that I have this collection, I’ve taken to changing things seasonally. Below is my red & gold Winter/Christmas set, with off-white coverlet and shams.

I change the scheme in February—looking forward to spring. No sense in staying in winter any longer than necessary. You could call it “winter white.”

Voila! A bonus—the reverse side of my late winter/early spring comforter set. A sunny look for rainy, gray days!

When Spring has sprung, I will change to my Spring/Summer Quilt and matching shams. This stays on the bed for the longest period of time.

What else changes?

The bedskirt! I had a real problem because normally one has to lift the mattress in order to change the skirt. Well, my mattress is a Tempur-pedic and it is extremely heavy. Without help, it is impossible for me to lift, so…

Solution: I have a “base” skirt which is the green check (seen in spring and summer photos). But that skirt DOES NOT coordinate with the autumn and winter comforters. So I determined that I could trim the other skirts’ platform (the part that goes under the mattress) to about 12 inches (see drawing), so that I can slip it between the mattress and (in this case, it’s basically a box, not a box spring) and alleviate the need to lift the entire mattress. So the green check stays on all the time and the other skirts are layered over it. Yes!

Originally published November 2021

I have a bee in my bonnet. (Wow, that’s an old saying! But I couldn’t resist…it’s a bee thing…) Translate that to mean that I have an idea that’s been buzzing around in my brain for awhile now. Let me explain.

My house at 1432 East Main St. was built in 1927. The house next door, number 1428, was built the same year. It is a different style than mine, but some of the details, like window style and trim are very similar to mine. Sean and Robyn own 1428 and they are gradually fixing it up and doing some restoration, like stripping off the 1950’s facade that had been applied to their living room fireplace, to reveal the original brick.

Then there is the house next door to 1428, number 1404, which, records show, was built in 1928. These three houses are set apart from surrounding houses in architectural style, age and location. I think they are related and may have even been built by the same builder. That’s why I call them the Three Sisters.

1404 needs help. I feel so sorry for her. I’ve been trying to think of a way to help the owners fix her up. First things first— she desperately needs a new roof.

The house has a really cute sun porch on the west side. Here’s a picture…

Some of you may know Alexis McKenna and that she lost her place of residence and all of her belongings in the Almeda fire of September 2020. She escaped with only her cat, Cy, her car and very few belongings. (Cy is short for Cyrano de Bergerac!)

So when I heard that she might need someone to look after him until she found a place to stay, I volunteered. I used to be a cat person… until I became a dog person.

As it turned out she found a place fairly soon so my help wasn’t needed…at that time. 

More recently, when Alexis decided she wanted to go to California for December and January she asked me if my offer might still be good—which it was. So Cy is here and he’s settling in.  

Cy arrived at my house the Friday after Thanksgiving. Each day for him was an exploration, finding his “spots” and learning the boundaries of what and where I would tolerate him to be. Not lying on the dining table, not drinking out of the toilet, etc. 

By the following Thursday he had explored the downstairs, finding special fascination with opening the door to the stairs and going up. (We usually close the door but leave it unlatched for easier opening when coming downstairs.) Nothing for cats upstairs, as all the doors to the rooms but the bathroom are kept closed. I made the mistake of showing it to him! Anyway…

By Thursday afternoon he decided he was ready to go outside. Alexis told me he’s an outdoor cat so I let him go. We have a doggie door—I showed him how it worked a few days before, but he wasn’t interested then. This time he went out and back in a few times, everything was good, so I went back to work. 

Evening came but the cat didn’t. It was dark by then and calling him was unfruitful. Nothing to do at that point but wait and see if he reappeared. 

Friday morning dawned—no cat. 

Friday afternoon I walked around the neighborhood calling and talking to anyone who was out, asking them to keep a lookout. I couldn’t imagine he would run away…not from a warm house and food. Nor did I think he would just wander away and get lost. He was too cautious. 

Friday night—no cat. Freezing temperatures. 

Saturday morning I was walking through my dining room and I heard—Meeooww. I couldn’t pinpoint the sound so I looked outside—no cat. I thought, he couldn’t be in the basement! I opened the basement door, which, oddly enough, is in the dining room, and there he was. And was he HUNGRY! 

Now for the blessing. 

Ever since we’ve lived here (6-1/2 + years) we’ve had a rat problem in the basement. Evidently it’s a problem in this neighborhood and probably beyond. I had a pest control service for a year or so but it’s too expensive, but they left me with quite a few traps. But to me, the best solution is to find where they’re getting in and take preventive measures. Pest control helped find a couple of openings, but rats, and recently a little opossum, were still getting in and meeting their demise in the deadly traps. I’d rather not kill them, just keep them out. 

But the cat ending up in the basement proved to me that there must be an opening big enough for a big black cat to get through—not to mention RATS! The only place this could have happened is under the deck on the back of the house. 

The deck was probably added in the 80’s or 90’s, as it is made of composite materials. But we hadn’t been able to see the foundation on that side of the house because of the deck. 

The cat in the basement confirmed to me that this had to be the place, so Bernie, my handyman and I did some reconnaissance to see if we could zero in on the most likely area of the breach. Turning off the lights in the basement and looking for light in the suspected location gave us the area to concentrate on. 

The basement is only about a third of the entire house footprint, mainly under my bedroom, the southwest corner. The rest is just crawl space. So the breach seemed to be in the foundation of the crawl space near the southeast corner of the house. Bernie pulled up two deck boards in that area and we discovered a hole about 14” wide and 5” high. There is a pipe running through the opening which appears to be part of the air conditioner plumbing. It looks like it was a foundation vent that never got re-screened when they installed the outside air conditioner—who knows when! Arghhh! (Remember, this house is 93 years old!) 

If Cy hadn’t come to stay and if he hadn’t disappeared, to wind up in the basement, I might never have had a strong enough suspicion about the location of the entry point to tear up deck boards. 

Hallelujah! He earned his room and board, and then some! 

Thank you Jesus!

Carin, my renter, has been doing an amazing job of whipping the yard into shape. She planted all of the impatiens and is tending the new compost bins, to mention just a few tasks she undertakes. Thanks Carin!!!!

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I am also using this post to check the settings so it doesn’t keep happening. Please enjoy these scenes from Spring at Blue House on Main…hopefully on the blog, not in the email notification.

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Well, the Eagle Point gnomes just kind of hung around when they lived there, staying out of the way, well, pretty much the same as they do now, but now they have jobs to do.

One of my original gnomes—I call him Smiley—now guards secret tunnel No. 1. He’s a little (a lot!) sun bleached…(when you live most of your life in a tunnel, sudden exposure to sun can have extreme consequences) but he still gets the job done, with a smile

You can tell he’s on guard. He’s listening for any disturbances in the garden…

Gnome 2 Fountain Watcher Little did we know when we relocated our small, but mighty (think heavy) fountain next to the middle island, there was already living nearby a gnome who specializes in fountain watching. He has even befriended the frog and now they’re co-fountain watchers. They like to keep a low profile.

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Gnome 3 is a bench-sitter. He’s looking a little lazy but…he keeps an eye on the concrete bench next to island #3. Watch out if you sit there. You might get a little poke when you’re not looking. You can call him…well… Lazy… Or not. Can you think of a better name? If so, let me know in the Comments below. I’ll take it under consideration, er, uh, he will.

Yet another secret tunnel! It runs under island 3 from the bench to the other side. Yes, it has its own guardian, Gnome 4. He looks like the sun is hurting his eyes. I’m not surprised—being a tunnel dweller! We’ll call him Squinty.

Last but not least, Gnome 5 patrols the old rosemary bush. I don’t know if he lives in the bush or he just takes up his post when I’m in the vicinity, since there is not a lot of shelter provided under the bush, well, the part where he is at the moment, anyway.

He’s one of the EP clan. He even got a refresher paint job some years ago, but you can’t really tell, other than he’s one of the few who actually has a little color.

Is he saluting or just shielding his eyes from the sun? Looks like he’s standing at attention for his photograph. I think he takes his job seriously. Should we call him Reginald? He looks almost regimental. A member of the axe brigade?

Stop on by if you’re in the neighborhood—I’ll introduce you!

I got it for Dennis a year or so before he died. Anyway…

It only has one problem. It has springs in the seat. 

When you sit on a pillow or a foam cushion, it compresses when you sit on it, and accommodates your derrière, more or less. If the foam is thick and dense, it usually succeeds. Or you might hit bottom if the material is too thin and loose.

These springs, on the other hand, fight me, they push back! Not only that, they, and I say they because there must be more than one, they are ganging up on me! It’s like we’re playing king of the mountain but I never win. I’m always thrown off to the side, never allowed to sit in the center. 

Oh yeah, there is one other tiny little problem, now that I think about it. It’s the static electricity that my body attracts when I sit in it. Seriously. When I get up and go to turn off the lamp, which is metal, I invariably create a spark and get shocked. And there is an electrical exchange between the handle of the refrigerator and my finger (or anything else metal). Ouch, these zaps hurt!

I don’t notice the same static buildup when I sit on the leather couch. The couch contains a sofa bed with a large metal bed and spring structure, so I don’t think it’s because the chair has metal components and SPRINGS. I don’t know what to think—beyond static electricity and the fact that the rug is wool. Maybe that’s all it is…or not…?… BTW, I unplugged all of the nearby electrical stuff near the chair—with no change in my sparkability.

But there’s still my problem of being pushed. It’s like riding a bucking bronco in extreme super slo mo. Sort of. Well, I guess that’s a bit of an exaggeration… Do they have a blushing emoji? Is that blushing? It’s so small I can’t see it. 

But I can’t get rid of the chair, I’m not buying any more furniture and it’s the best one I’ve got for extended sitting, off center or not. 

So, I’m just gonna keep on riding this bucker. I mean—sitting in the chair.