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.
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
It snowed once when we lived on the little Cherry Road Farm.
I think it was about 1986. I had had a very disappointing day and had trudged afoot into town to a long planned first meeting of what I hoped would be a rug hooking group I was offering to teach free and give the supplies, but it did not start well with 13 inches of snow and it never got much better! When I finally made it home, Jack had made a snow bear in the yard for me, as I have always said Teddy bears make me smile. We went sledding down from Windcrest hill, with no traffic or we would have been history as we had no control on such a slope. We had as much fun as children together.
You can see that much was already melting when he made the bear.
This was taken when the 13 inches was fresh the first day.