Architectural Plans for A Mr.-Blandings-Type-Dream-House costing $12,500 in 1917 . . .

This is an expanded version of one of my most popular posts ever. Click on each photo to ENLARGE.

Last summer I wrote about this 1917 architectural design for a white pine house costing $12,500.

I get many requests for the floor plans therefore I am including all of my scans including the plot plan and architectural details.

I absolutely love everything about this house. I hope someone is inspired to build it. Even though we have central air conditioning these days, I would not eliminate the sleeping porches on the second floor. Would you?

Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House is one of my favorite movies. I like to think he used these plans. Let me know if you decide to build it too.

See you on the Internet, Rosemary

Such a snowy winter so far . . .

This snow must have been around Halloween because of the black cat in the window of my front door.

My property is long and narrow. Perfect for exercising Webster.

I have two of these big cast iron roosters on my front walls in different locations. I love them. This is the one I see from my bedroom window.

We have had more than our share of snow this year. I understand that the people in Australia are sweltering in record heat. My friend Millie at The Laurel Hedge reported that it was 114 degrees there last week. I wish I could send some of my snow "downunder". Anywhere but here. I have a gravel driveway and it has been plowed a lot more than I would like. The stones will be in the grass for me to rake back in the spring...a chore I really dislike!

February is here . . .

Happy Groundhog Day.

I just learned that Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow this morning so it looks as if we can look forward to 6 more weeks of winter. That's fine with me. It's a beautiful sunny day here in New Jersey but they say more snow is coming. Oh well, you can't do anything about the weather.

Life's Little Instruction Book, page 17 . . .

...To be continued...

The wisdom of animals . . .

That California woman is going to have her hands full. Full story from Gal Friday.

Beatrix Potter quote and illustration . . .

"Thank goodness I was never sent to school;
it would have rubbed off some of the originality. "

Beatrix Potter, born in London, was educated privately at home. Both parents were from Unitarian families that became prosperous through the cotton trade. She grew up isolated from most other children, with drawing, nature, pets, her little brother, and governesses as her contacts with the outside world. In the 1890s, Beatrix Potter carried out experiments in natural history, illustrating animals, plants, lichen, and fungi. When the difficulties of succeeding as a woman scientist became clear, she began a career as an illustrator of children's writing.

Her best-known book, The Tale of Peter Rabbit, began as a letter to the young son of her former governess. It was first privately published in 1901. After she married at age 47 and bought a farm in England's Lake District, her writing tapered off. She focused on her personal life with her husband, preserving (protecting)the natural landscape from developers, and raising sheep. In 1930 she became the first woman president of the Herdwick Sheep Breeder's Association.

Beatrix Potter wrote a diary in code from ages 14 to 31, deciphered and published in 1966. I never tire of learning more and more about this fascinating woman. Imagine writing a diary in code! I wonder who broke it? She must have been very protective of her private thoughts. I must look for this book at the library. I hope it is illustrated with her delightful drawings.

Follow your bliss . . .

I love the way this French Bulldog's whole face fits in this short, stubby container. I hope he got to lick something delicious. He doesn't look as if he's coming up for air anytime soon.

Joseph Campbell coined the phrase "Follow your bliss." Try following his advice this weekend and enjoy whatever you do.

Passenger view from the back seat . . .

I know just how this man feels. I am so used to being the driver that I have become a white knuckle passenger.

The View from Saturday by E. L. Konigsburg, 1996