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. ~Edyth O’Neill

Saturday, December 7, 2024

An Early Overshot Coverlet Still Serving

 

Years ago, Jack and I were looking over an unpromising local garage sale in an older dirt floored garage. Nothing at all seemed of interest there, till I saw in the dirt floor, the unmistakable pattern of an overshot coverlet, just about the color of dust. I picked up the partly folded old thing and asked how much and took it home for $2. A shake and then a bath in a washer on cool followed by drying in the fresh open air showed a very old textile that has seen close to 200 years of service I judge.   The edges have been hemmed on a machine, with a deeper hem at top and bottom, consistent with use as a drapery at some point. The natural linen weft is still sturdy, the woolen warp is very worn and faded to a lovely rosy color, perhaps the dye was cochineal. Three panels instead of the usual two, show it is truly hand woven without the assistance of a “flying shuttle”. 

Out of a number of coverlets to choose among, this one pleases me most under the Christmas tree and has been used that way every year since we found it.  The faded pink/red sets off the tree and old toys nicely.   This year there are two small trees, one on the floor and one on a table, and I wanted the coverlet both places. I sat for hours undoing the stitches to separate one of the three 26 inch wide panels.  I have had lots of practice “unstitching” old raggedy quilts and such to salvage early fabrics. but this one had the strongest thread and was back stitched all the way!    If, in the future, someone wishes to remove the machine stitched hems and return the coverlet to its three panel self, that can be done simply by resewing one long hand done seam.   I think of the weaver of this beautiful old textile, He or she could not have imagined the coverlet would still be relevant 200 years later.




The books belonged to my father when he was a boy.







The artificial greenery misses the usual addition of beautiful fresh magnolia leaves from my yard. Our part of Texas is deep in drought.








The goose, weathered and patched, was once a working decoy.  I would love to know his maker.

The 8ft table Jack made remains the heart of the home.

Some things change, I do not decorate as much as formerly, when I had feather trees full of antique ornaments galore.  Diminished energy and the inconvenience of being tethered to an oxygen line are reality for me. But the sweet celebration of Christmas is as full of meaning as ever. If I could not decorate at all, the essence of the season could still be found in Andrea Bocelli and Mary Blige singing "What Child is This"       Christmas love to each of you who read here.    e

 

Friday, June 28, 2024

A beautiful Easter Sunday in the country. Changes happening.

 Easter was a sweet day with great grandchildren and easter eggs and a picnic lunch. We celebrated a  lovely new family addition, a Thoroughbred mare named Nala, a sweet and smart new ride for Bailey.   A fence between Nala and the already resident mare Dark Spirit,  helps keep the peace as they get used to one another.   






the horses are kept by the house like pet dogs. They come up on the porch and look in if breakfast is late.





I live vicariously in these happy children.  This one is a great little artist!

Dark Spirit checks out the picnic.  


 Not hard to catch!

Nala loves to be loved on.  


Older kids were easily persuaded to hunt eggs as some contained money.    

Macy can rope a little and nine year old Ramsey is learning.  The next week for her  birthday, Bailey received a calf roping dummy for practice which will entertain her two younger sisters.  e


Friday, December 22, 2023

We pray for Peace and Good Will.

 


Thanksgiving in my house began with a gift of bittersweet from friends in Connecticut.

Gus in his favorite spot at Daughter Beth's and her husband Gary's house where we gathered for Thanksgiving.



Ten at the table for Thanksgiving.  Christmas already in the cupboard behind us.

My Granddaughter Sarah

At my house only the small tree this year, I could not manage the 9 ft one. Next year I will line up more help!


Under the tree are two books of Arabian Nights that belonged to my father when he was a young boy, over a hundred years back now.  My sister has kept them safe for years. Last year I bought library tape and helped them to a stronger state.

A little wax doll of about 1850. This type is called Mad Alice for their perky expression.
I made wings for her of cotton batting and old tinsel garland. and she is happy on the top of my tree.  Many of the ornaments on this tree are of batting and scrap, some old some new.



The sled was on the dining table for a little while and then the old goose took up there.  The goose is usually high on a shelf where I do not get to enjoy him enough. Time for a change.






Wishing a sweet Christmas to all who read here,  e




Thursday, September 21, 2023

Magdalena Briner Rugs for my Greiner Dolls

 Greiner dolls were made in Philadelphia about the same time period as Pennsylvania rug hooker Magdalena Briner Eby was making her very folky rugs, now highly valued and treasured by collectors. I decided to make some inspired by her rugs for my Greiner dolls. For the shapes I am using old tin Cookie cutters, also typical of Pennsylvania. I am attempting to copy her style but not her exact rugs. 





Horse rug above at top, hooked all with yarn, too solid to be pretty to me.  A better collection of yarn would solve this.

My sister sent me the dear chair, from a Houston estate.  
Making accessories for the antique doll family has always been something Jack and I have done. See the sweet little horn book he made long ago.



One of my full size chairs also has a hooked mat I made showing a horse.


I am having a good time at this, as I have loved Pennsylvania folk art for over 50 years.  I hooked part of the horse rug with yarn but it was too solid so I switched back to regular wool fabric strips. Yarn is so much easier on hands!   I can't do much rug hooking now, but the small pieces are marginally doable. 

Here is a third little rug, using an eagle cookie cutter belonging to my friend Dixie, it has a more faded pastel look with some soft blue. 


I have been guided in making the little rugs by this wonderful book about Magdalena's life and her rugs.

Soon it will be time to write "30" here.  There have been more than 500 posts in this journal.    e

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