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
Friday, January 17, 2014
Good thing I do not have an attic.
As I wrote to a friend this morning, I do not have a work room/ sewing room any more. So the only thing to do seems to be to use the top of this bed to sort these out and work from there to the sewing basket in my lap or beside my chair. There is also a closet partly filled with dolls, I have so many too many and want to display what I can and sell away the rest.
My garage is very full of fabrics and trims and stuffing and spare wigs and so forth. I will try again to bring some order to a part of this and each big effort helps a bit. Then I put it all away till the next time I get the urge to work on them. Wish me luck on this! I will post some progress along. E
