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

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Antiquarian's man cave






Jack is pretty well settled in now, he is storing extra stoneware in the floor in one corner, but the rest seems settled. The bonnet top desk, highboy with a shaped apron, lovely low boy and bow front chest, a corner chair and a portrait he likes because it looks like one of our daughters to him, are all favorites.   There is a computer at a desk in a deep closet, and other collections including lots of Buddy Holly records.  Jack added a shelf above a window to show some of his Boston/Charlestown pottery.   A room size oriental rug covers the floor, it used to be our living room rug.
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