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.

For more than sixty years I have studied, collected, repaired, and loved antique dolls. They have been back ground music in my life at every stage, sometimes louder, sometimes subdued, but always there with me. To see only the posts about dolls on this blog, click the banner on the right titled Dolls for My Red Cape. Keep clicking “Older Posts” to see more. From time to time items are offered for sale under the banner “O’Neill’s Antiques” which was our shop name for many years. ~Edyth O’Neill

Thursday, September 17, 2015

September Gold Part I

I was treated to a luncheon this week with collector friends in a home featuring an extraordinary collection of Americana.  Outstanding textiles were showcased  among lovely early furniture with charming accessories all in a gracious home with large rooms and set in a jewel like yard.  Yes I know that is a lot of superlatives but how else could one begin to describe it!?  This was a meeting of one of two antique collecting groups I am fortunate to be part of. A heartfelt thanks to our talented hostess!

Of course I was drawn to the many hooked rugs. The samplers were another focus of the collection.  Following are some of the more than 60 pictures from that day.   I apologize for the darkness, my sweet little canon camera was not with me.
A beloved classic, Bluenose.  The old schooner is gone now but a replica, the Bluenose II sails the north Atlantic coast.

A mixture of Spode Woodlands and a companion pattern set a fall theme.

A simple but effective large hooked rug peeks out from under a second table.

Fall colors in a penny rug.

Portraits large and small are used throughout the rooms. This charming child took my heart.

Does anyone else remember the nice lampshades we used to have of crewel embroidery on hand woven wool blanket pieces? 

Home made yeast rolls!

 A rare early sifter woven of splint like a basket has a tiny homespun patch. This once belonged to CT dealer Brian Bartizek's mother, a dealer collector herself for more than fifty years. I love knowing where a piece has been.  I was privileged to know Phyllis B  ... and stayed in her home several times when Jack and I were in New England buying for our shop. She lived in an early red house above a pond on a picture perfect farm.  The barn full of antiques there was something to experience!   
 This post is continued in part 2.   e

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