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

Friday, October 31, 2014

Another nice block party

The neighborhood I live in is most enjoyable.  Our one block long street consists of about 20 garden homes, small houses with gated side yards and patio space between them.  All are nicely kept and more than half of these little yards are gardened intensely, so it is a modest but pretty street. My daughter Cheryl owns one of the houses and so is near by for much visiting, (and my daughter Beth is just one block away around a corner.)  We have several active writers, teachers, and artists as well as active  retired folk who volunteer in important activities. We look after one another in thoughtful ways, and most of us have exchanged door keys and emergency information with a few neighbors. I fed Vicki's cat when she went to Italy last year, Cathy drove a neighbor to have her hair done yesterday, and so on. We are farther apart than apartment dwellers, and none can see into or hear much at all from another's yard, still we live closer than most in suburbia.

We come together on driveway aprons and in front yards sipping wine in small spontaneous groups often, and in planned block parties  occasionally. Last evening was one such. I took a large salad, Cheryl took a bean dish,  there were wine and water and iced tea to choose from and a dozen delicious casseroles, and Martin's home barbequed buffalo wings, which he came home early to cook for us all.  There were deviled eggs and other salad dishes, few deserts, just the pies and a cake called tres leches, a rich concoction my family often serves. We were 26 in all, down from 31 at the last block party in July.  Many stayed and talked till after dark having a good time together.  It was a special evening to welcome a new neighborhood couple.  Norman Rockwell was there in spirit.
 





Monday, October 6, 2014

Macy Renee' is three now

This great grand child has been crazy over horses since the first one she saw.  Her excited cry of "Pony!" rang out in the car as we arrived in Kerrville to visit a  pretty Arabian being shown off for donations to a rescue operation for neglected horses.

 


Once on the ground beside a creature so tall for this little three year old person, she was too shy to hold the piece of apple to that great big mouth. A small donkey proved less fearsome.  She obediently posed for pictures with Jackson her brother now five and my son in law Gary who is a wonderful grandfather, all squinting into the sun so I could record the event.   So this was the first pony of her birthday celebration.

Next was a carriage ride down the main street of Fredericksburg, pony number two is a mare named "Liberty",  a small draft breed, perhaps Percheron. Macy did place a small hand on the mare's neck as it nibbled grass.





And last was the cake and presents, my gift to her was a back pack made of a plush pony having a zipper on the side. She let out a great laugh of approval when she opened this pony number 3!  Happy birthday to my little  doll.  e




The best present for this little wannabe cowgirl is her beautiful
pair of fine boots!

Here is the pony backpack.

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