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 23, 2013

A Dollmaker's Studio

After a trip to the health food store, like no other I have seen, Peggy stopped in Gloucester for me to reserve a space on the schooner Thomas Lannon next Friday for a cold sunset sail just around in the harbor two hours.

This was a day at Peggy's house watching her make a bonnet for a doll that may be mine if I am very lucky. Her fingers worked the straw braid deftly, and by and by, there was the brim of an 1840 style bonnet. Then Dennis made a fire and we ate by the fireside. How sweet it is to be in a dear early cape for long lovely hours. Surely there cannot be many to whom it means so much.  I appreciate beyond words that Peggy and Dennis share this with me.

One of Peggy's dolls is pictured below. You can see why I want one.







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