Welcome to My Red Cape. Long ago in another time my husband Jack and I lived in a little old red house. It was the stuff of dreams to us for the few years that we were there. I live there still a number of hours every day in imagination, with old dolls and paintings and fabrics and feather trees. I draw inspiration and happiness from the memories of that space in time and share some of it here with friends who remember how to step with Alice through the looking glass and take delight in whimsies and antiquities. ~ Edyth O'Neill

Friday, March 27, 2015

Tasha Tudor memorabilia

Tasha fans are invited to look at my doll blog for a study of a few dolls associated with her such as simple kit dolls of the 1970's.  Did something more follow?  edyth 

Wednesday, March 18, 2015


Cynthia Norwood has hooked my rug design Newburyport.  I am thrilled to see her color choices and great feeling of movement and life in the rug. The wonderful Weathervane spun and flew for many years in Newburyport, Massachusetts.  The original old silhouette angel which was made in 1840 by Gould and Hazlett of Charlestown, MA, for the Universalist Church, was later mounted on the People's Methodist Church. This Gabriel had its portrait painted in 1937 by Lucille Chabot, under the auspices of the WPA Federal Art Project for the Index of American Design. Then, over a century later, the US Postal Service chose that artwork for their popular 1965 Christmas stamp.  The vane now has a beautiful worn patina which translates to the lovely surface on Cynthia's rug, just as I hoped it might, and I especially like her treatment of the open book.

In Cynthia's own words:

Newburyport was a fun rug to hook as a fundraiser for the 2015 ATHA Biennial to be held in San Antonio in September. The design lends itself to the use of multiple fabrics in each field or area. The funds raised help offset the expenses of hosting the rug hooking event in our region. The event is held every two years in a different section of the United States and that area is responsible for making sure the event comes out in the black ink. So we have fundraisers.
If you are interested in making a donation for a chance on this rug, contact Cynthia at canorw@aol.com for more information.

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Projects, hearts heads and ??eggs?

How do all of these go together?  It has been almost ten years since our house fire. It has been a hard and full ten years, with three moves, much to restore and pack and unpack and downsize and my sweet husband was fighting a battle he could not win.  Jack wove fresh seats in 20 chairs, and I restored a great many dolls. We redid two houses lightly during that time. We managed some very good times in among all of that.  

The garage of my present house holds anything but my old lady minivan, Vanessa.  Instead there are rows of high shelves piled high with boxes and boxes in front of boxes holding yarn or bits of leather and scraps of old coverlets and dozens of things I think I might get to or work on again.  There are skeins of flax (old ones) for doll hair in case I ever make a queen Ann style doll. You get the idea. I am still in a way trying to find my way back to the page where I was when it all fell apart.  Some projects long waiting do get resurrected a bit at a time or discarded to never never land.

I had wanted to make some heart shaped pin cushions for Valentine's day last month. The makings did not come to hand. Today I decided to get the old hen out for Easter, she always sits on the kitchen table or a sideboard. Once she was surrounded by a nice clutch of hand painted eggs to which I added a few every spring or so. I painted them mostly in Quimper designs. All were smoked badly and thrown away except two large ones inside the hen covered dish itself.  Barb Carroll has a couple I gave her long back, she loves that pottery.  I have not painted another in ten years!  Now seems like the right time to remedy that so I went digging  in the cold garage for a long time and gave up, then had one more go at it and wow! there was the box marked eggs and hearts!  How did that happen to be combined? But more exciting for me was a box marked wig heads!  I thought they were long lost!  instead here they are , two nice large reproduction ones ready for me to repaint as I like. I am thrilled to find them after years of thinking them lost.   How does anyone ever get bored?  E, who is in a happy messy house right now.

Friday, February 27, 2015

Dolls for my red cape is my new doll blog

Because Antique doll Collecting is a passion with me it often seems to take over my journal blog, My Red Cape.  So I have created a new one just for Dolls and doll related interests. There will continue to be some overlap but less I think. Go see the gorgeous pictures from many sources as well as discussions about related crafts and needlework from time to time.  Enjoy! e

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

A new little one is born

Ramsey has a lot of long dark hair and is much loved by all of us. We had a cake to celebrate her birthday. May she have a long and happy life.  Great Grandmother Edyth
The three youngest.

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Thrift store Finds for the Week

The apple does not fall far from the tree. My mother used to get on a bus and ride to downtown Dallas to check out the goodwill store in the 1950's.   She bought a few nice old dolls there and many other things. Jack's parents would load their three children in an old station wagon and go to the big flea market in Chicago every Sunday morning.   Jack and I enjoyed the hunt always.  I still love to go junking and get out when the weather is fine as it has been this past week here.  Local antique dealers volunteer to work in the thrift shops so a lot of things never see the front of the store. And what does is usually appropriately priced or sometimes over. All the same there is enough to keep me entertained.

My thrift store finds for last week are on the table pictured. The redware jar is a repro but nice on my painting table for pencils and such. The Staffordshire is old and imperfect but was once part of Jack’s mother’s collection sold by us some years ago and now back from the thrift! 
Open stoneware jars like this are good to conceal a plastic flower pot.  The doll size spinning wheel will go to someone else's doll family, as my dolls already have one like it.  There was also an immense Irish wake table I could not handle, with gorgeous William and Mary style turnings on a huge gateleg table. I would guess a date of 1900, not period or I would have brought it home of course if I had to keep it in the kitchen sink till I found a new owner for it. 
The white flowering quince blooming outside my front door today is the same one I had at the farm and have moved twice.   e

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Early Spring brings Bunnies and Baby Goats.

Our Cashmere Goat kids arrived before the Easter bunnies each spring. They are the most charming and entertaining  pets imaginable when they are hand raised.  Penny gave us our first three does when we moved to the little farm. I have seen Jack with six adorable small kids at one time in his lap, on his shoulders and under an arm.  All that was required to have their trust was to sit on the ground each day near where their mother's were being fed, and the little ones would come to climb in your lap and be petted and played with. Here are some pictures of Jack and the goats. I wish I had known how to take home videos then!

  Cashmeres are not dirty like sheep. They are lovely pink and white. If they get in mud it soon dries and falls away from their hair.

Goats need lots of petting. Even our cashmere billy, Banner, was gentle and good natured.  The smell of a billy is something else.  We did not have him in the early years but rather hauled the does to a breeder to be put with prize winning sires.

Maggie was born in the ice of February and was the smaller of twins, drawn up with the cold. Her mother accepted her larger brother but would not have Maggie. I bottled her and she readily took to the house, as clean as any domestic pet and eating cereal from a blue Staffordshire dish.  She wanted always to be in our laps or right with us. and preferred our company all of her long life to that of the other goats. Here is Jack with Maggie tucked casually under his arm while talking on the phone.
 Maggie was exquisitely beautiful to me. She stayed as close to us as possible but had to be set outside at intervals like a puppy, and was made to sleep in a box by herself at night where she complained very loudly. I have had many lovely dogs and cats and a great many horses, but Maggie was my favorite pet above all. 

One wonderful spring we had six kids! Armloads of love. Who needs bunnies?  e

Blog Archive


Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...