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
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
