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

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Today's progress.

Gary and Jack hung the pole for the baskets this morning.  The house is sleekly modern, with lots of interesting up-high spaces to use.  The ship weathervane shows from the kitchen as well as the main room.
 A group of 4 fine men are framing in our back  porch to make it a room with windows all the way around.  I see it as a place of pot plants and comfy chairs to watch the birds at the feeders.   E

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

A little at a time

Jack is painting the kitchen cabinets, just a little along between other tasks. I am happy with the grey green which to my eye is gray with a lot of green in it, and others including my artist daughter see as gray green, but definitely green. The color is planned to show well with Jack's stoneware collection, with accents of coppery redware placed here and there.
The dolls have begun to gather in the hallway niche, created for them from a former washer/dryer space.
I have pot plants to care for and a yard to plan. It always seems to me that when I dig in a garden, I begin to feel attached to that plot of ground. Those of you who are gardeners understand the elemental connection I am speaking of.
There are so many things yet to accomplish before we are settled here, I think of Robert Frost's words, I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep. Edyth

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Still moving, getting closer!

That open light airy look, so appealing in an empty new house, is certainly gone!   I asked Jack if this looks like an antique shop. Jack said no but it surely looks like the home of dedicated collectors. And so we are. And our parents before us were the same. 
I am totally taken up with organizing and optimizing the inside, but long to be working out a plan for the yard.  Soon a house builder friend is coming to glass in the covered back porch, closing it in with windows and a door.  Some of the light fixtures have been changed and more are in boxes waiting.  I will post a few photos soon, but getting really settled in will takes months and months. 
In the new kitchen, I have decided how many shelves to allot for everyday dishes and glassware, and am giving the rest to daughters.  Pans for cooking are being cut back also.  Things like that are easy. It is when we wonder where to put treasured furniture pieces that it gets hard.  The bulk of the dolls are going to move to my daughter Beth's house until I see which ones I can keep and which I must part with.   She is making room for several glass cases.  e

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