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, November 12, 2021

October into November

As others around me venture out more, I remain very isolated because Covid is different for people in their 80's and 90's even after a booster shot.  The internet is a huge blessing in my life,  I interact with many friends on line in special interest groups, painting, collecting dolls and sewing for them as well as enjoying Antiques.  


There are two outdoor seating areas in the yard, one in the front yard and this one beside the house in the little brick courtyard.  There were more mums and pumpkins added after these pictures were made, but they show the pleasant setting. I enjoy company safely in the yard.



The breafast area of the kitchen is colorful for fall also, and it has a view of the atrium not shown.  


This modern small house has so many interesting spaces to showcase favorite antiques with the varied ceiling heights. 

The red cupboard was part of our kitchen in the old house before the fire. All of the woodwork was like this, Jack built me the sweetest kitchen I was ever in. I have 6 of my big still lifes hanging in this kitchen. The subjects are mostly Jackie's pottery collection. I love to paint, why don’t I do it every day? Internet addiction, my bad.

Anyway I painted this week, have painted Bailey's little border collie Gus. I am thankful to have many interests, these fill the days pleasantly along with keeping up with grands and great grands, but at a little distance.

Friends have asked how am I in this shut in time?  Hanging in.   Selfie at 90.   e

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