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

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

A sweet Christmas, part 2

I plan to take a flying leap at 2017, or at least a good running start. Here it comes, fast, ready or not!  I am working at filing things and bringing a little order to my desk area and also my painting spot.
There are still plenty of holiday foods here, a bit heavy on turkey sandwiches as it should be. And I am enjoying Christmas photographs, many taken by my brother.

Penny had one of her small delightful dinner parties last week.  there were several small trees instead of a large one this year.  The gray wall shelf was made by my sweetheart Jackie.
 The tree below rests on a table made by him.

Penny made the tinware at a workshop in Eastfield Village some years back.

After Church on Christmas eve I was with some of the family at Beth and Gary's home for a buffet and singing Christmas carols.

My brother and I went downtown later when the streets were very empty, to photograph some of the fairyland that is down town Fredericksburg at Christmas.

Christmas morning was time for the children's presents and a brunch of favorites.

Here is a precious little old Santa that was under my own tree from Linda. He has seen it all before but still enjoys the holidays.  I am sure he used to race about on a sled, now long ago lost, but he can sit under the tree and take quiet enjoyment of the season... about like me maybe.  e

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