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

Sunday, October 13, 2019

Walk in Beauty

Some of my friends here have found that I have a  FB page focused on caring for our one Planet.  For  others who may be interested, I invite you to visit there and see if it resonates for you.  This platform is only six weeks old and has had a warm reception on line.   Search Walk in Beauty on FB and choose the one with the Indian painting of mine. Spreading information is part of caring for Mother Earth. It is one of the best ways I can be active at this point in my journey. Thank you for reading. e Dancer on My Easel, oil on canvas, 20 by 16.

Sunday, October 6, 2019

Cloth children AKA big rag dolls to hug

Elaine McNally and I have made a group of dolls, so far 15 of these children, inspired by Izannah dolls.  Elaine made the cloth masks on a sculpt I did in 1990, using it as a drape mold. The body pattern and paint are mine on most. Elaine used considerable skill, sometimes adding bits of clay between the layers of the masks.  A few of them were painted by Elaine, and one has my paint on a mask made from Elain's sculpt. So they are a true collaboration. The dolls are numbered, dated and signed. If Elaine's name is first that means she painted the doll. If my name is first, I painted it.   This past Friday Elaine came for a photo shoot visit, we had no end of fun. Another time is hoped for but for now this is where we are.















In addition to group photos, Elaine made an individual portrait to catalog each doll. A few are shown below.  None of the dolls are offered for sale at this time, we are just enjoying them. I have eight and Elaine seven. The last few of these is still being clothed and finished, it has been an amazing and exciting project for us both!


 My original doll from 1990, hey! almost 30 years back!  Only six were made, all were sold and later I bought this one back from a friend in California. 



 Frederick above is doll #1 of this group, we were so excited to see him come to life! 

 Elaine's soft and lovely painting.



This little boy is almost my favorite.   e

Saturday, September 14, 2019

Life has so many chapters

Jack and I were at an auction late one night in Hyannisport, the doll kept going up and Jack kept nudging me to go on up also and we named the doll Heine. He was from the collection of Madelyn Merrill. After our house fire the doll was coal black, I repainted him and friend Jean sent a tiny tan linen shirt for him and I made velveteen britches. Tonight Heine is in the room that was Jack's, along with a Schoenhut toy canon which we bought at Round Top many years ago. Heine stands 34 inches tall. Many of Jack's things are still in the room, like his pottery high on a shelf and the lovely little chest he considered our nicest piece. Jackie is still with me throughout my life.


Jack loved the painting of a young girl, the eyes reminded him of our daughter Tanya,




And where am I now?  Learning about more electronics and putting together a nice little solar set up with help from my son in law Gary.   As I become more of an activist on matters of climate, and an avid reader of each day's developments, I miss Jack's fine mind and sharp views.  I wonder what he would make of where our world is today.  I invite any who have time and interest to read my FB page entitled  "Walk in Beauty" where I express my love for our Mother Earth and her indigenous children. A few of my paintings land there also.   e


On an 18th century butterfly table no less. charging with a wire through the window. 




Saturday, June 22, 2019

Solstice turns us to full summer.

West Central Texas is heating up, I spend the center of each day sheltering in place with my air conditioner and my painting supplies.  A few friends drop in and I have lots of family nearby.
My second try at the chimney rock on Ghost Ranch.  This one is oil on panel 9 x 12.  See my post of 5 15 2019 for the first one which was a study, 6 x 8, in some ways stronger than the larger one.  Still wet, just laying on the frame it will have soon.


Last month I completed a third painting of the San Geronimo ruins at Taos, Like the pueblo Mountain itself there is so much meaning there, I expect I will paint it again and again. Impossible to catch the vibrations in the ground and echoes  of those seeking sanctuary inside at the end of a bloody conflict.

This one has significance for my family.  Oil on panel 11 x 14.  

Morning and late afternoon I check on my little container garden. cherry tomatoes, yellow squash, basil, garlic chives and mint are growing.  The yard is lush and green from abundant good rain.




I have much to be grateful for in a snug comfortable home.  e



Sunday, May 5, 2019

Six inches of rain here, no damage. A lovely May.

Our town is lush and glowing this Sunday morning. I love my tiny yard. I do not have an open space for veggies, so a group of big pots in my sunniest area  hold herbs and tomato plants.  NOTE added: After 6 inches on May 4th and 5th,  Three more inches on May 8th!  all in a very short ferocious storm.





When we lived in the country I had a garden!

I grew kitty cats.

And lots of pumpkins!
 See the pumpkins on the porch of this great red house we used to own on Schubert street.


 And I used them in the Red Cape of course.


 I miss my country garden, with black berries and eggplants and cucumbers and onions and tomatoes and so much more.  No way could I do the work of it now.  It is good to have done it at the right time.

The first two blooms have opened on the Little Gem Magnolia. High above my head but there are lots of buds lower.


The small atrium gives light and a view to the breakfast and dining areas. The outer wall is profusely  blooming Star Jasmine right now.

 St Frances watches over it.


Paintings usually sit out to dry on my breakfast table.  Some works in progress between painting sessions include Daphne a donkey at New Buffalo near Taos and some of the sheep Daphne usually protects.  As these paintings are in progress, I have received word that Daphne was in another pasture and coyotes struck and killed 4 lambs.



I am playing dolls as well.
The red haired doll with long curls was so much fun to paint.  This one is a sculpt by my friend Elaine and has been sent home now to join her doll family.


Below, my five completed at present from the series I am working on with Elaine, a few more to go. I like my red haired doll in blue, wish she had curls too! Each doll is different as they should be.


She is a doll, a painting and a textile.  This covers so many of my interests!  See this doll below finished and in an orchid dress.

Elaine found two of my paintings in an antique mall in Dallas. Here they are on a wall at Elaine's house, over a group of the  dolls.  Signature is 1977 before Jackie and I were married.   I had two one person shows in Dallas, large ones that to my amazement sold out! in 1973 and 1974.  Mary Emerling made that the look of the times.  My shows were sponsored byRalph Willard. 



I painted and sold over 250 of the primitive children, big ones like these, plus uncounted cats and lambs and lions and other small paintings and also a raft of fraktur in grained frames of Jack's making.   He is always so much in my heart, day by day.  e

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