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

Monday, October 7, 2013

Good bye to Cape Ann

Sometimes in our travels we find that rare sweet spot where our spirit wants to settle and stay. It was so for me in this place. I have taken over 600 photos  to try to store up the memories.   My camera stopped downloading them to my little dell tablet at about the 500 point.  Clover the beautiful golden dog is pictured here.  Peggy with her first Izannah type doll,  Cathy her sister, now my warm friend, all of my pictures from this trip are precious to me. 

 This last afternoon Peggy drove me on a final tour of the cape, and we stopped to watch the sea in a slightly storm tinged mood. The remnants of a gulf storm have made their way this far north making a higher tide and more waves than usual,  but  strong sunlight colored all this blowing and going, not a gray sky at all. A special day to remember, like they all have been.  E





 

1 comment:

  1. I really, really enjoyed reading about your journey. The pictures were lovely and I could feel your happiness. Kat

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