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

Thursday, May 23, 2013

my first hooked rug

Looking through old photos, I thought some of you would enjoy this one.  The doll is "Old Minervie"   a great early rag doll with a seamed profile.   e

As sweet and pretty as ever

Hailey, one of my granddaughters, is graduating from High School.. here is a photo of her in the garden at the red cape years ago. 
 


Saturday, May 11, 2013

Life is what happens...

"Life is what happens when you are planning something different." We have all heard that.   On Monday I will be dealing with insurance adjusters instead of having iced tea with a group of friends.   On Thursday May 9th Fredericksburg experienced  a strong wind measured in excess of 80 miles per hour accompanied by massive hail.  Many had hail they likened to golf balls and lemons.  The weather radar channel I was watching reported an identified tornado going over Fredericksburg.  It did not come down to my knowledge anywhere in the city.  I live in the center city now and lost only plants and a skylight and some screens and one window and a few panes in the garage door and of course the roof . 

The larger house in Stoneridge on which I had just written a sales contract last week had much more damage.  All will be righted by and by. 

I am grateful my dear old Vanessa was garaged at Cheryl's house and was not lost.  Vanessa suits me, an old lady car for an old lady, and I am comfortable knowing by habit all of her controls and actions.  I have real affection for my old minivan. It has carried Jack and me on many adventures and even to Maine. These days I haul flowers and bags of mulch and grandchildren and oil painting gear, but stay close to home.  e

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Patience throws a party

My Walker dolls will be show offs this next Monday.  Patience and Hannah are preening and posing in a glorious early Queen Ann arm chair which wears it's full paint history, the fabulous old blue over red.  They are sitting with a spoon head doll I made close to 30 years ago.  The beautiful doll quilt is the work of Johnetta B. and a gift to me from friend Penny. 
The Brass Bells (Bell Ringers Antique Study Society), a sub group of The Bell Ringers, will be meeting here on Monday.   I have chosen children's things  for us to show and tell, which will not surprise anyone.   As part of a collection of antique dolls, the possibilities for sub collections are almost endless.  I could show a group of early doll aprons or tiny stockings, or bonnets or doll quilts, you can see how this could lead on to domestic chaos and financial ruin.  I will show doll size hooked rugs I have made for my dolls. The next one I hope to make is the Rooster rug in miniature.







Pictures show some dear little stockings hanging above the Buck's junior cook stove. To one side is a sampler made for my dolls by a treasured friend Melanie.  Melanie thanks again, I think of you  every time my eye goes by this.   E

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Shaping my tiny plot of ground

The houses on my street have lots just 50 feet wide, with zero clearance on one side and a garden entry way on the other.  Called garden homes, I have taken the name to heart and am enjoying the many possibilities of this pretty little space.
 
The sun porch is a fine place for pot plants year round as well as a spot to watch backyard birds.

 The small atrium gives light and green plants to the breakfast area and dining area.  I enjoy working with textures of plants in the atrium.

 My back yard is still a simple green lawn 20 by 50 feet. I have hopes for it later that do not include lawn grass.  In fact I would like the entire yard to consist of paths and seating areas and planting areas, no lawn.  Judging by how sore and tired (but happy)  I am tonight it will take a while!
 
My gardening is not xeriscaping as some have called it because of areas of rock mulch.  There are several xeriscaped yards nearby. Mine is not that because it will need significant supplemental watering to live.  If the heat and drought should persist and worsen here, my hardscape will be in place and remain, while individual plants will have to be replaced with hardier cousins from the desert.
 
The side and door yard garden have been bright with  pansies. They are beginning to signal their dislike of Texas summer heat and will soon come up.  Two strong men hung the now faded antiques shop sign in a protected spot beside the front door. Jack made the sign for our business thirty three years back. 


The front yard will contain a nice seating area. Neighbors here walk a lot, and visit out front a bit. I shaped a big irregular "bean" laying out the perimeter with a garden hose, then outlining it with pavers.   Inside of the bean  there will be chairs and shredded wood mulch, soft underfoot.  Around the outside there will be plants in gravel mulch.  It is exciting to me to see the seating area taking on substance after existing only as an idea for so long.   The plants will be so much more interesting when some spread out and others grow tall.  The young man  doing all the heavy things is a treasured new friend and helper. I am starting with a few pictures, and will add more soon. 




Wednesday, May 1, 2013

A sweet morning to sew.

 
A hutch table on the sun porch is a favorite spot these gorgeous mornings. After breakfast I could not make myself come in the house proper, so I worked a few hours on the porch tidying up an old doll.  My friend Dixie Redmond has an on line magazine site which she lets me share and write for occasionally.  http://www.maidatoday.com/   Maida stands for Making Antique Inspired Dolls and Accessories. It is a favorite hang out for many of my doll making friends.   e
 


 

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