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, December 27, 2018

A little of my Christmas 2018

My family and I pray with all of you for world peace and love.

Celebrating the season with some of my family is always sweet. The ones far away are so much closer by phone and photos than was the case years ago.


Poppy has unders and is waiting for a dress. 


 Camel from one of Steiff's earliest catalogs.

 Decorating the big north shore cupboard is always a joy. Magnolia leaves are from my yard.
Jack's treasured collections of stoneware and redware and pewter are on display as he placed them about this house. I have parted with only one of these, a piece of redware to a friend Jack would want to have it. Jackie has been gone six years now.  In the comforting way of old age, I feel he was here with me just a short while ago.  


White robed Santa from Bethany Lowe with a few Steiff friends added.

 The Christmas tree this year is smaller and simpler without the former collection of antique ornaments which finally became too much for me to enjoy  working with. 
 The little tree is from wmart , with just a few cotton orns I make like the star, and some pinecones and a few old balls with a string of old glass beads. Not much effort to put it up and not much to take it down and pack I am thinking.


 Christmas eve at the home of my Daughter Beth and husband Gary means a sweet gathering of friends and family to enjoy carols and readings. The big cupboard is filled with a large nativity group.






 Three is old enough for a first bicycle! (with training wheels)

 Bailey enjoys time with her small siblings, She is back in Wyoming now.




A sweet Christmas day.     e

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