The Color White

Is White a color?

It depends on whom you ask.

Google it and you will see what I mean.

I found an article entitled "Colors That Go With White."
Seriously?

I suspect it is a long article, much longer than its sister piece,
"Colors That Do Not Go With White."

In our part of the world, white is about all we see these days.

This week's snowscape at That Old House:

Last year's landscape . . . looks eerily familiar:

I'm seeing a pattern here.

But last winter saw some lovely whites inside as well.

And last June saw similar whites outside That Old House.

 This white, below, is missing.

Gone AWOL.

It's a matelasse spread I took to the beach house last year, and now can't find there, or here.

Bummer.

If white is truly the absence of all color, maybe this nice Peacock Alley spread just simply disappeared.

White shows up unexpectedly,

like in a sheaf of old papers stuffed into the dining room breakfront

that turn out to be the loose pages of a recipe notebook I compiled almost 30 years ago.

At least it proves that B.C. (Before Children), I used to actually cook.

And used a manual typewriter.  How quaint!

And I cannot write about whites without mentioning

Patty, Maxine and LaVerne, my big white ironstone pitcher gals.

A mix of gifts and thrifts, like most of what's here.

Some scientists or physicists would have us believe that white is the presence of all color.

Most artists and chemists would say nay -- it is the absence of all color.

Me?  I'm simple.  White's a color.  There.  Finis.

Why?  Because I said so.

If you can print it on a can of Benjamin Moore, it's a color.

I'll be at a place with lots of white, later today.

My dear Dad is back in the hospital, brought in yesterday,

just exactly one week after his last ER trip.

Your good thoughts are asked, and appreciated. -- Cass

Miss Mary at Little Red House is our hostess for

Mosaic Monday.  Clicketh thee here!

Yes, in the Northeast we are getting white-weary; we are not used to this much snow, this often.

But our last snowfall brought a brilliant gift; it is the most glittery snow I have ever seen.

It's like Martha Stewart glass glitter was spilled everywhere.

I just can't get a good picture of it!