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

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Sunday dawned with a downpour

To my great sorrow the flea market was rained out. I invited Cathy for blueberry pie early, then did chores about my little house. Peggy picked me up for a trip to the Wenham museum where we enjoyed really studying the doll collection.  We stopped at another apple farm and I bought a pie to take to Cathy's Sunday night supper where about 14 of us ate at a great table together. I spent a quiet evening. The guest house is really spacious and has flowers at the doorway. Clover  the family dog, is getting to be even more my friend, e

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  1. I am enjoying reading about your visits. Thanks for sharing. ...jan

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