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

Wednesday, January 29, 2020


Four Generations.    My tiny one played her guitar when they sang Happy Birthday. I am rich in grands and great grands. These are just a few of them.

 Sweet wax child, 36 inches.

My doll making friend Elaine came for a visit today, we took pictures of the dolls with Valentines. Snail mail is so slow they are getting their mailing done early. Linda was with us also. I remember when Linda made hundreds and hundreds of bears, and they were pictured in the top country magazines of the day.  Elaine makes great families of dolls, and each is an individual.

I am ready for spring, anyone else ready too?   e

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