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

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

A nautical hooked rug to love

Some years ago I decided to hook a copy of an antique rug picturing a whaling scene.  Barb Carroll printed it for her pattern collection called "honoring the past" and sent me a pattern as a sweet gift.    She named her pattern "Moby Dick" even though the old rug had a gray whale and not a white one like Moby.  You can order the pattern from Katie now.


Many of us have hooked rugs for years and years, and often we work our rugs in the company of like minded others.  Large workshop groups and smaller less formal gatherings over time have given me a circle I think of as "my rug hooking friend"s.  So friendship is woven into the hooked rugs I live with.   We exchange wools, and ways to bind rugs and color suggestions, but only occasionally do we really work on one another's rugs.  My new rug is one that several friends have worked on.  I began it and felt I would not finish it due to the weight on my hands.  Trisha took it home and worked one of the sailing vessels and more. I added more and more, enjoying the striated background and whale the most, till the rug was barely over half done and there it has sat unfinished for years in a huge basket along with  beautiful wools planned for it.  Last year Debbie came along and offered to complete it for me!  Now she has returned it, having a seamless blend with my original hooking, and binding and finishing the rug superbly!    This six foot long beautiful textile is glorious on the long dining table Jack built for us years ago.  Thank you Debbie, my feelings are beyond words.  warmly, e







Monday, June 12, 2017

Austin Texas is not quite all sleek and modern


Sunday afternoon My daughter Beth and her dh Gary drove with me to Austin to  visit my brother there.   We chose that time carefully to avoid what we could of the very daunting traffic.  The great little East Side CafĂ© was our choice for a late lunch.  I had their enchiladas followed by Chocolate silk pie. I enjoyed that dessert there some 20 years back and it made a lasting impression.
After lunch Chale directed us and we toured a small part of downtown Austin. My brother's home is very centrally located in a small enclave of early houses.  As Gary drove the streets, the tremendous amount of construction was up front and in our faces, even extending to barricades out into the maze of one way streets and serious traffic  as the city reinvents itself almost hourly. 

A night view taken by my brother at a different time gives some idea of downtown Austin.

Yet right in the heart are lakes and bike paths and wide green swaths as the city is bisected by the Colorado river and blessed with the creeks that feed into it.
 

Our destination was a recently erected artwork by a renowned Chinese artist.
Below is a photo of the Al WeiWei installation "Forever Bicycles"



On the way to see this, we drove through  an area with beautiful old homes reminding me of New Orleans.  Huge and ancient oak trees, lovely pocket gardens, and carefully kept grounds show the importance these few remaining  blocks have within the modern city.  I would love to be able to paint there!  







My brother has a friend who lives down this path as the land slopes toward the creek. What a sweet place to be!   
And this shot is my brother's dear home, in a pocket of similar ones close to downtown. e




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