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, February 5, 2011

My Mothers doll house,





on the back porch of our old house one Christmas. Take note of the circa 1680 table it is placed on! Mercy I am glad that was passed on to a friend before the house fire in 2005. Jack loved it and always kept it in his bedroom, upstairs where those things got the worst of it. Mama took a first place ribbon many years before at the state fair of Texas with the little red house. She made the building before components for such were available to all. The shingles were cut out of cork, She made much of the furniture and quilted the tiny quilts and so on. I come by my love of New England red houses quite naturally. The apple does not fall far from the tree.

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