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

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Have wings, will fly






"The larger feather tree in my bed room will stay up long after Christmas. The three little angels here are new this year, Jack is really good at estate sales and tag sales. He got these three little delights in a $2 box. We did not know we had them till we got home and opened it all. They were without hair, so I gave two of them wisps of blond mohair for top knots, and we made the third one auburn haired. I am most fond of that little red head.

"The cloth Santa doll sits under our living room tree, He is 36 inches tall including his hoodie, and is one of 36 I made in the 1980's. His quilted ears and quilted beard are applied. He is a fully dressed doll under his Santa coat, with shirt and suspenders. They had 3 different beard shapes and several colors of coats and other clothing, bags etc, so were not alike. He is my original.
The dolls have a small feather tree in one of the glass cases. It is the first Christmas the linen head doll has been part of our doll family. Before I bought her at Withington's doll auction in October, I understand she had been packed in a drawer for years and years.

We are making pumpkin bread and chocolates and refreshing our green decorations today. I love the look of lots of magnolia leaves on cupboards and on the mantel. They hold for about 9 or 10 days at most in a heated house. We usually cut three times for a Christmas season.

Christmas for me has to include the music.. yesterday listening to "Christmas with Pavarotti" the tears rolled down my cheeks. I feel so grateful that my life overlapped the time of this artist and that technology enables me to hear him and sad that this great man is gone, all at the same time. Blessings to each of you,

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