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

Monday, September 17, 2007



I had a sad accident today, I had the larger doll next to my chair to start a green print dress for her, and knocked her over on the carpet, PHONE rang (stand too flimsy!!) and it broke the head mostly along the seam up one side, then down the part of her hair then nearly an inch down her forhead. I was sick and cried out and Jack came to see. He says he can put some crazy glue on the surface of the hair crack and it can help. The forhead I may leave alone, anything I do will look worse. She is as thin as an egg shell. She has endured many repairs before. I bought her originally from Richard Wright, and her head was in pieces and off at the neck and arms and legs gone. Jack carved and I mended and she stood 27 inches tall. an 1840 ish papier mache coifure doll or mm doll. I have stood her back up on the desk on a wider stand and will leave it alone till Jack gets some glue for her. I have finished the wooden doll in the blue dress except needing a tie for her waist. See her undressed 2 posts below. Also dressed a china over the weekend. I have over 30 dolls to dress, I quit counting at that point but there are more. It seems almost overwhelming and is enough to slow my buying if nothing else will. I cannot remember ever cracking a doll but one other time before in all that I have had. E

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