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.

For more than sixty years I have studied, collected, repaired, and bought and sold antique dolls. They have been back ground music in my life at every stage, sometimes louder, sometimes subdued, but always there with me. To see only the posts about dolls on this blog, click the banner on the right titled Dolls for My Red Cape. Keep clicking “Older Posts” to see more. Some of the posts featuring rug hooking are gathered under the banner For Cathy. From time to time items are offered for sale under the banner “O’Neill’s Antiques” which was our shop name for many years. ~Edyth O’Neill

Saturday, February 5, 2011

My Mothers doll house,

on the back porch of our old house one Christmas. Take note of the circa 1680 table it is placed on! Mercy I am glad that was passed on to a friend before the house fire in 2005. Jack loved it and always kept it in his bedroom, upstairs where those things got the worst of it. Mama took a first place ribbon many years before at the state fair of Texas with the little red house. She made the building before components for such were available to all. The shingles were cut out of cork, She made much of the furniture and quilted the tiny quilts and so on. I come by my love of New England red houses quite naturally. The apple does not fall far from the tree.

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