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

Monday, January 18, 2010

Greiner dolls at the party

All of these dolls have the early 1858 labels, not extended 72. The tiny ones are the rare size zero Greiners in blue dress and small white dress. The one in pink is a very nice brown eyed Greiner. The large doll in white is a splendid 34 inches tall, with a sought after hair style. All of these were brought by guests to share. Edyth

Doll's Christmas Party

On the 14th of January, after all just a week past "Old Christmas" Our Antique study group 16 of us in all, met here and the topic was old dolls. Of course many of us attending are old dolls ourselves, but let's not go there. It was a fun party and having one of my daughters, plus her daughter and her daughter! here made it even more special. We are packing away all the Christmas decor now. Here are some pictures to share. I did not even show the feather trees! The dolls have 3, and are quite proud of them with all the old ornaments. I have enjoyed Christmas photos some of you have shared with me too! E

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Hand knit from a local craft show

Look what a lovely Christmas sweater I found in time to wear it for Jack's December Birthday! I love the big bear with the Belsnickle. It was a hard choice because tha same knitter offered a great one with a white horse and the Father Christmas figue too. Edyth

Sunshine and shadow

As I lead a rug hooking workshop, I bring in the subject of meditation. I ask the group to leave outside the rest of the world, and make our time together a true retreat from care. Meditation leads us to concentrate on breathing, to the exclusion of all our cares. In, out, in, out, concentrate on what you are doing.
Can you hear the weaver speaking through this? Do you hear the rhythm of the loom?
Can you hear the quilter speaking through this as she plies her needle?
Can you feel the rug hooker’s concentration as she works the hook in and out, over and over, to the joy of the present, the feel of the fibers in her fingers and the glory of color on color as the work builds in her hands? Our fiber arts are a rich heritage that have enhanced and sustained our lives from time beyond counting. Just as much today as ever!

My 11 year old Elizabeth who weaves and knits and crochets and asked for a grown up sewing machine for Christmas is a joy to me! The apple does not fall far from the tree. Happy New Year, Edyth

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