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Angy's Blog May - June 2009

The trials and tribulations of a fashion designer in the Lake District!

ARCHIVE: my previous entries:

MARCH - APRIL 2009 Made in England - Stolen Dreams - Easter Sunshine - Victoriana - Alan Shearer - Funland
FEBRUARY - MARCH 2009 (Favourite View - Punk Revival - Gone with the Wind - Fast Fashion v. Recycled Fashion)
JANUARY - FEBRUARY 2009 (In Search of Winter - A Favourite Place - Catwalk Videos on YouTube - A Winter Chill)
NOVEMBER-DECEMBER 2008 (Recycled Outrageous Clothes Show (ROCS) - Florence No2. - Winter-Mere)
OCTOBER - NOVEMBER 2008 (Cumbria Life - NW Evening Mail - Glitz & Glamour Haggerston Craft Show)
OCTOBER 2008 (Woman Event - Collection on Catwalk - Radio Cumbria - Brochure Download)
SEPTEMBER - Early OCTOBER 2008 (Newcastle United Wedding Dress - Wedding Shows at Abbey House and Carlisle)
AUGUST - SEPTEMBER 2008 (Fashion Designers - Spectrum in Four Seasons Collection - Sara Gadd Millinery)
JUNE - JULY 2008 (Haute Couture - Vivienne Westwood - Wildlife - Dorset Buttons - Magna Carta)
FEBRUARY - MAY 2008 (Lake District Inspirations - Long Blondes - Wedding Show)


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JULY 2009: LAKE DISTRICT FASHION EVENT (Date to be Confirmed)
Watch this space for something completely different - special fashion event in the Lakes - won't let the cat out of the bag just yet!

OCTOBER 2009: STOLEN DREAMS 2010, St. James' Park, Newcastle (Date to be Confirmed)
Spectacular launch of my unique, 2010 'Stolen Dreams' Collection in aid of Macmillan Cancer Care

20 NOVEMBER 2009: CHARITY FASHION SHOW, Haverthwaite (Provisional Date)
Charity Fashion CatwalkShow by Romantique Couture


Midsummers Night, the Summer Solstice, is a mythical time all over the world. After this night the days begin to get shorter again - but I'm trying not to think about that! How time flies.

Anyway, I thought these pictures would be appropriate. They were taken a couple of evenings ago, on my way back from a meeting in West Cumbria. The stone circle is Swinside, which is hidden away on a sunny plateau high above the Duddon Estuary, overshadowed by Black Combe and Corney Fell. It dates from the Bronze Age and is one of the most impressive not only in Cumbria, but in the British Isles. Wordsworth, who was very fond of the Duddon valley, wrote:

" Or near that mystic Round of Druid fame,
Tardily sinking by its proper weight
Deep into patient earth, from whose smooth breast came."

Swinside stone circle has a diameter of 29 metres and is almost complete ... 55 of the original 60 stones remain. It is aligned to the Midwinter sunrise, rather than midsummer, though it is mysterious, and very atmospheric at any time. It is also called 'Sunkenkirk' - according to local legend the stones were intended for a church but the Devil caused them to sink into the ground!

Footnote: just found out more about the stone circle we found in the Rusland Valley. It has apparently been erected at a point where the ley lines from other Cumbrian stone circles meet and will be used over the solstice for a gahering of dancers and musicians ... and probably druids and I don't know what. You certainly won't catch me there!


My lovely team is up for sale on the internet! What a shambles ... every time you begin to feel optimistic, something else comes along to kick you in the....! Sometimes you have to laugh or you would cry ... and of course Sunderland fans are having a field day. I can't blame them. No doubt we would have done the same. £ 100 million is the price tag for the club; just £ 20 million more than Real Madrid are paying for Ronaldo. Who says a player cannot be bigger than the club? It shows that it isn't only the Newcastle story that is farcical. Other fans may be picking on us at the moment but there are dangers everywhere ... £ 20 million for just one player, not to mention his wages, and just look at the latest Liverpool accounts! Money, money, money!

Whatever the future brings for Newcastle, it will always be my team, and I'm still revealing my new collection, "Stolen Dreams" at St. James' Park. And the saga will of course form part of the collection itself as the story continues to unfold.

I have just returned from a progress meeting with Macmillan Cancer at the fabulous Bowes Museum, at Barnard Castle. I even took along a couple of my latest creations ... sorry no pics! All I can report is that the show will be spectacular, a celebration of fashion and of the North-east. I will reveal more in due course.

The Bowes Museum at Barnard Castle. For further information about this fantastic place: www.thebowesmuseum.org.uk


The last few days have been beautiful and truly inspirational - early summer weather. This has been reflected in the glorious mass of colour from the wildflowers in the meadows and hedgerows. Here are a few photos taken over the last few days (Left to Right, Top to Bottom):

Meadow Buttercups near High Force, Teesdale; Foxgloves near Bouth;

Wood Cranesbills in Upper Teesdale;
Hay meadows in the Rusland Valley with Ox-Eye Daisies and Bistort


Can I write a blog about today's fashions by just reading Vogue from time to time? Or keeping an eye on the High Street? Living out in the countryside I do need to keep a tab on the Fashion Press and the fashion media, though some of the glossy mags seem to have more ads than content nowadays.

I read an interesting article today in one of the fashion columns about so-called "Fashion Communism", something that I have myself noticed more and more recently. That is the trend for girls to spend more and more on cheap outfits so that in reality they look just the same as thousands upon thousands of other women. Whatever happened to individuality I sometimes ask myself, indeed, a few weeks ago I was writing optimistically in my Blog about a punk revival and a backlash against the sameness of High Street fashions. I come from a former Communist country where choice was limited and individuality wasnít only frowned upon, it could actually land you in jail, or worse. Of course it is not quite the same here, but there is a trend to accept mass-produced, often poor-quality fashions without even blinking. Yes, you can combine a top here with a skirt there, and add accessories but there is still the danger to look just the same as somebody else on the street.

I have an example to illustrate this. Last year, a young girl - we'll call her Miss A - came into my studio with a bright pink dress for her prom. She wanted me to alter the bodice so after taking a fitting I hung the garment in my fitting room. A couple of days later I received a visit from one of her colleagues - Miss B. She also wanted a bodice adjusting for her prom dress. As she disappeared into the fitting room to try it on, there was a loud scream. For a moment I thought she had pricked herself but no, much worse! Shock horror, she had had seen Miss A's dress and it was exactly the same as hers! Same dress - same prom! What a nightmare. Apparently they had been shopping together. B had told A she liked the pink dress in the shop. A said it wouldn't suit her and she would buy something else. However, for one reason or another they both ended up buying the same dress a few days later. Perhaps it's not quite the same as seeing somebody else wearing the same dress on the street but as the prom was so special it was even more significant. And what if another of their colleagues ended up with that dress too?

One of the main reasons why I was always eager to become a designer was that I always wanted to be different. Perhaps it was because I grew in a society where choice was limited unless you could make or restyle your own clothes. Nobody ever wore the same clothes as my grandmother, my tutor from the age of just 6 years. She was one of the best dressed ladies in my home city, and was always beautifully attired in her own best cut suits.

The bluebells have gone and the most characteristic wild flower at the moment seems to be the foxglove ... the brilliant magenta spike are everywhere: from mountains sides to meadows, hedgerows to woodland glades. These pictures have been taken in the Rusland Valley


How wonderful to discover another young fashion entrepreneur living across the lake. We met yesterday to discuss a charity fashion show which we are planning for the autumn, to take place in the local church. Eleanor Horsley is a young designer with experience in Vietnam and London. She had had enough of the rat-race and, since her parents live here, she took the plunge and moved to the Lake District for a lifestyle change and a better quality of life.

Good for her! I will try to help as much as I can because I know how it is to start from nothing. In some respects I have been lucky because I have had the endless support of my long-suffering husband who understands my moods and my crazy ideas. From my point of view it takes a lot of guts to do what she is doing - going from shop to shop with a handful of designs trying to sell them. That can be soooo demoralising! Why? Because a lot of shop assistants believe the world stops with them ... in other words you are not worth taking notice of unless you are someone like John Galliano.
So, go girl, go!

The Ele Horsley label comprises a rare variety of elegant silk tea dresses and coordinating silk and tweed jackets. With collections drawing inspiration from an array of different starting points, there is always the underlying elegance and intrigue of the 1930s and 40s. Suitable for special occasions and evening soirees, many of the dresses are cut on the bias for an extra flattering and versatile fit. With high waists and strategically positioned drapery the wearer feels slim, long-legged and, most importantly, incredibly sexy!

For futher information check out Ele's website:www.elehorsley.com


Cumbria is well known for its Neolithic and Bronze Age stone circles and other monuments. These include some of the earliest in Britain including the large circles at Castlerigg near Keswick and Swinside above the Duddon Estuary. Others include Long Meg and her sisters, King Arthur's Round Table and smaller circles at places such as Grey Croft (Seascale), Kinniside (Cold Fell) and Glassonby (Little Salkeld).

However, one that is not mentioned in the records is the circle above, which we recently stumbled across in the Rusland Valley. It isn't even marked on any maps! There is a genuine standing stone not too far from the circle but the actual circle itself has to be a hoax of a folly. If you look closely the rocks are cut quarry stones, not weathered by centuries of adverse Cumbrian climate. The circle is also in sheltered position at the top of the valley, not on an exposed plateau or hillside with a fabulous view of the rising and setting sun. Nevertheless, I would love to find out who put it there and why ... perhaps I should sneak along on midsummers night to see if strange things are afoot!

31 MAY 2009 - TOURISTS

As soon as the sun comes they descend on the lake like a plague - blocking roads and crowding streets and beaches. Don't get me wrong, we need tourists here. Tourism is essential for our economy. However, I wish they would be more considerate. The two pictures here were taken this weekend. The traffic is outside our house - cars parked along the verges, blocking the road to one lane in places and creating a hazard. The police eventually had to come due to the obstruction. The other picture is Beacon Tarn above Coniston - not a soul in sight! It is so easy to escape - even on the busiest weekend of the year so far!


Well, we are down, well down and it breaks my heart. God knows how we're going to climb back up into the Premiership again. Not with the current players anyway. Most of the them lack the passion or interest - their hearts don't lie with the club. That was obvious from yesterday's performance. Big Al was philosophical. We can't blame it all on one game ... we have not been good enough over the last 38, and the rot goes back further than that. Mind you, what is frustrating is that there are teams that have escaped relegation who are no better. You know who you are. You were lucky this year! Perhaps there is some credence in the proposals that any team not reaching a points target should be relegated regardless of position?

Now we have to take the inevitable stick from other fans. That we are too big for our boots and so on. It's rubbish though. What is wrong with a faithful support? Loyalty? Genuine rather than 'fair weather' supporters that follow their club for life, regardless of whether they are in the top tier of the Premiership or not. I'm not saying that other clubs don't have a loyal following ... some certainly come to mind, for which I have a huge respect: Liverpool. Sunderland (surprise, surprise ... I can't deny it ... Sunderland also have fantastic supporters!), West Ham, Manchester City, and several clubs in lower leagues. However, it is in the blood up there ... black and white blood. A stubborn resilience and a determination not to give in. Well, the Toon Army have certainly had to put up with disappointment over the years - though yesterday was a real low point.

In the Strawberry before the Fulham match last weekend.

But we'll survive. There is the will and the determination to get through this, and to come out stronger in the end. We need to rebuild and we need to have faith in people such as Shearer (if he stays) and Mike Ashley ... yes, Mike Ashley. It is easy to pin the blame on him, but as I said before the problems go back much further, and I actually believe that he has a genuine (not only financial) desire to make things right. The next few weeks will be critical but one thing is for sure, when the new season comes, the Toon Army will still be singing from the Gallowgate End, as loud as ever.

I had intended to write this Blog with venom, to vent my anger, but it's not worth it. Instead I prefer to be positive and to think of the future. My own frustration is all the greater because I am launching my 'Premiership' collection at St James Park in the autumn. I have been asked if I want to switch the venue to the Stadium of Light. But that would be a sell out! I wouldn't even accept Old Trafford! It doesn't matter a jot if Newcastle are in the Premiership or the Championship. The collection will still be called 'Stolen Dreams' and it refects the trails and tribulations of football. It's not 'just a game' to many people, no matter what anybody tells you. Dropping out of the Premiership will have a negative effect in the short-term, both on the economy of Newcastle and the psyche of its people. However, 'Stolen Dreams' will be a celebration, and a tribute to the fans and the city ... and the launch will be a very special event so watch this space!

'Stolen Dreams' is also a statement of the folly of success in football. Look at the number of other casualities over recent years - great teams such as Leeds United and Nottingham Forest, Southampton and Norwich. Whoever you support you never know what is round the next corner. Swear and shout at me if you like but its the truth. It doesn't take much; a dodgy owner, a sponsor that goes bust, or a bunch of overpaid players who believe they are bigger than the team they play for.


Standing on the Newcastle Quayside at this time of year you cannot fail to miss the cries of the Kittiwakes. These beautiful, small gulls have been nesting on the narrow ledges high up under the Tyne Bridge since the 1950s. Indeed this is the furthest inland they nest anywhere in the World. Kittiwakes spend most of their life out at sea, crossing the Atlantic during the winter, and only coming back to land to breed. Unlike other gulls, they only feed out at sea, and never scavenge from rubbish tips.

I had intended to write about Kittiwakes after I was in Newcastle a few weeks ago, and was reminded by a walk along the sea cliffs at St Bees Head today. There were plenty of Kittiwakes along the cliffs, nesting where you would normally expect them, along the narrow ledges high above the waves of the sea, with other birds such as Guillmots, Razorbills and Fulmars. The dramatic high sandstone cliffs at St Bees are such a contrast to the man made environment of the Quayside, but I suppose the stone ledges over the river must seem much the same to birds.

Guillemots nesting on St. Bees Head; Red Campion
The Kittiwake also has an important place in the history of fashion. In Victorian times, they were slaughtered, together with birds such as Great-Crested Grebes and Egrets, for their feathers which were widely used by hat-makers. Their plumes were regarded as high-fashion, and were popular amont the wealthy middle-classes. Hats became bigger creating a demand for more and more feathers. By the mid 19th Century there are records of some 200,000 herons being killed, and that is only in the UK. As a consequence, many species declined rapidly. Some such as the Little Egret even became extinct in large areas of Europe.

It was only with legislation that this practice was finally outlawed in the UK and the fortunes of the Kittiwakes and other birds changed for the better. Little Egrets returned to the Camargue in southern France in 1938, and finally to our shores only during the last decade. The Sea Birds Preservation Act came into force in 1869, and the Land Birds Act in 1880. Much of the pressure came from women who banded together to discourage the wearing of any fashion connected to wild birds. The outrage to the trade was strengthened by the way in which it was carried out - the adult birds would be killed on their nests resulting in young birds being left to die slowly.

Kittiwake; and pebble beach at Fleswick Bay - a great place for finding gemstons including Agate and Jasper.
However, following the legislation, the fashion trade switched to importing exotic plumes. This strengthened opposition and lead to the foundation of two of the most important societies for bird protection - the Audubon in the USA in 1886, and the RSPB (Royal Society for the Protection of Birds) in 1889.

I have been a member of the RSPB for many years and visit some of their excellent reserves whenever I have an opportunity. The cliffs around St Bees Head form part of a reserve which is open to anybody. During the summer there are large colonies of nesting seabirds including guillemots and razorbills - St. Bees has the only breeding Black Guilemots in Britain.
Wet feet at Fleswick Bay; Sea Pinks IThrift) on the cliffs at St. Bees

It was a gorgeous clear day with views out to sea, as far as the Isle of Man and southern Scotland. I saw Gannets diving for fish, but the real highlight, was watching a lone dolphin jumping through the waves. Well, that and a Hartley's ice cream in a choc cone at the beach cafe!

If you are not already a member of the RSPB, check out their website:

Celebration of Spring: Buttercup Meadow


I am trying to do a couple of fashion blogs every month, so I am always looking for a suitable subject. Not so easy at the moment as I am trying to avoid spending too much time reading my favourite mags such as Vogue ... they distract me from my work, and I also don't want to be influenced by new trends while I am working on my collection! That said, I have had a few sneak glimpses and have been surprised to find so much 80's fashion is back - big hair, shoulder pads, OTT make-up and of course bizarre sci-fi outfits! Some should have been left buried in the past! That said, I wish I still had my pumps and leggings from my high school years. One item which I kept and is still as it was 20 years ago is a big 'hairy' sweater - as red as red can be, soft and beautiful ... for 'fat' days!

Now, the other night, I was watching a programme on TV about brides and how fussy they (well, we) have become with regards to weddng dresses and arrangements for the 'big day'. If you go back to war times, or even pre-war, weddings were actually quite simple affairs, unless you were very wealthy. They were certainly not the extravagant events, or the often ostentatious displays of people trying to out do each other, that some of them have become today.

What really amazes me is that wedding dresses are usually kept carefully in the same condition as when they were bought. I was lucky enough, last year, to see a range of gowns dating back as far as the thirties at one of the wedding shows. How simple, and beautiful they all were. And refreshing too! None of them was mass-produced in China. Indeed, many were made by hand, meticulously stitched by a local dressmaker or perhaps family member. I accept that time is now at a premium and we need to move on ... but you cannot beat something that is handcrafted, lovingly made from the heart! My grandma's sister was a bridal designer and she had a fantastic reputation throughout her district. I've only seen one dress made by her - for my grandma many years ago. And, yes it was rather special, even for then.


I knew this collection would be a challenge but I hadn't realised just how difficult some of the designs would be to construct from so many little pieces of fabric. But then again that is the beauty of recycling - it really stimulates your creative side to meet the challenge. It is easy to become despondent and feel that you are wasting your time, cutting here, stitching there, and never seeming to get anywhere. It's so time consuming compared to working with rolls of fabric which you can just cut into shape. But the result is magificent. Not that I never have any doubts.

There are always the twinges and fears that other people may not like my collection. What artist doesn't have these fears? Nightmares that their work won't be well received by the outside world, that it will be criticized and not loved. But then again if an artist or a designer always bowed to the critics there would be nothing creative, nothing new, nothing radical to stimulate the senses - just more of the same. So I will ignore the little gremlins trying to throw me off course. I'm doing my best, and although I cannot afford the lavish catwalk of a big designer, I am confident the final result will be very impressive.

I'm working on three to four designs at a time. It takes the same amount of time but it keeps me going. If you get a block on one, you can move onto the next and go back to solve the problem later. Liverpool is finished. Arsenal, Chelsea and Villa are progressing well. I can't give you a sneak preview but wish me luck with the rest.


Newcastle v. Middlesborough. The Tyne Tees derby this evening was billed as one of the biggest matches this season. Shearer allegedy stated that it was the most important in his career ... bigger for him than European or World Cup matches. And, in some respects it was. Lose and relegation was almost inevitable. Win and we might still have a chance. The same applied to Boro. As much as I don't want to see any north-east team going down it was either them or us!

Now, I have to confess something. I didn't have the courage to listen to the second half. After the first goal, and then the equalizer I was a bag of nerves. 1-1. My heart was sinking. No matter how much my brain was telling me not to worry,and that they would pull through. I had to do something so I went downstairs and tried to do some more stitching to calm myself.

But my brain was right. They didn't give up and they fought to the last drop. Well they are a 'Geordie ' team after all. I should know that Geordies won't give up easily, no matter how difficult something might seem because I've got one here. My husband. Actually, I have two. Jack, my older cat, originally came from Newcastle. And he's a 'magpie' - a beautiful, hairy black and white cat. He's my good luck mascot! Anyway, neither of them give up when they something in their heads. Jack still can't get it into his head that he can't catch birds through a glass window. And the crazy thing is his patience has paid off - twice! Two birds without so much as putting a whisker outside. On both occasions a blue tit that had come in through a window. And twice we have rescued the blue tit!

Well, the score was 3-1 to Newcastle - a resounding victory. By all accounts the fans nearly raised the roof off the stadium. I wanted to be there again. If only they can keep it up for the next few games it will be brilliant ... and then I will be able to present my new collection with pride!


What weather! The sun has been shining almost endlessly for the last two to three weeks. Since Easter. I only hope this wasn't our 'summer'. It wouldn't be the first time - beautiful weather in May or June then a wash out until the autumn! In my perfect world it shoud rain at night and the sun should shine all day. Not too hot, not to cold, and perhaps a few cotton wool clouds, dotted around too. Dream on! Anyway, we need the rain. The lakes wouldn't be the same without it.

But nice weather sets you off dreaming ... you just want to get out there, to get some fresh air, to walk and to take in the views. So, we put on our walking boots, shook off the cobwebs and gave those creaking joints some exercise. The plan was to see if we could find any deer.

It all started last autumn on the way back from one of the shows. We made a small detour as usual, following one of the back lanes through the woods - away from the traffic, the tourists and, for once even the sat-nav brigade! Mike told me to keep my eyes peeled for the unexpected. Yeah, yeah I thought, me being the eternal pessimist. You got it! A couple of minutes later I was eating humble pie, having nearly jumped out of my skin. Right beside the road staring at the car from under an apple tree was a mature red deer stag with a fine set of antlers - a real 'Monarch of the Glen'. Only, this wasn't a remote Scottish Glen. It was home, in our village, and although we had often seen the odd roe deer, even the occasional hind after dark, this was astonishing. We stopped and he stared at us wthrough his soft brown eyes without a care in the world. Wow! We saw him again a couple of days later, but it was always dusk and the photographs we took were disappointing.

Bluebells in the Rusland Valley
So, last weekend we left the tourists by the lake, and wandered out into the quiet Rusland Valley, far from the crowds. It was a glorious Spring day. We walked for miles, through woods and meadows, down country lanes and over fells ... and the occasional bog! Aaaargh! And, in all of those woods, between the beech trees and the oaks there were carpets of bluebells. I think we took almost 300 pictures between us! In some places the whole forest glowed with an eerie, beautiful blue light. I have never seen them like that before. I don't know if it is just a good year for bluebells, or if we just happened to be in the right place at the right time. It was like walking into an enchanted, sweetly-scented garden. It is the same everywhere, not just in the Rusland Valley. There must be millions upon millions of them from Windermere to Coniston, to the Duddon Valley and beyond.

It was so nice to get out for a change and to really feel the Spring. It is my favourite time of year. The leaves are that soft baby green, the air is full of birdsong and there are lambs everywhere. It makes such a nice change from being stuck in the studio all the time. Even when you come home shattered ... it just showed that I haven't been out enough over the winter. We walked 8, maybe 9 miles, and by the end I was really worn out. What happened to that New Year's resolution?

Anyway, back to the deer. We had heard about the deer up in Grizedale, but hadn't realised there was a herd lower down the valley until we caught a glimpse of them on the edge of a wood a few days earlier from the car. We timed our walk so that we would cross the valley beside the woods just before dusk ... just in case! And, sure enough, we rounded a corner and there they were .. we counted nearly fifty red deer basking in the last rays of the evening sunshine, having ventured out of the shadows to graze the rich grass. Apparently there are about eighty of them in the herd at the moment. They have been joined by a few stragglers from Grizedale, forced down into the quieter Rusland Valley with arrival of the summer tourist season. And there will soon be even more - I can't wait to see a 'bambi' - I'll post a picture for you if I'm lucky!

Rusland Pool with Rusland Church - Arthur Ransome (Swallows & Amazons) is buried in the graveyard here.

Herd of wild red deer in the Rusland Valley

My previous Posts:

MARCH - APRIL 2009 Made in England - Stolen Dreams - Easter Sunshine - Victoriana - Alan Shearer - Funland
FEBRUARY - MARCH 2009 (Favourite View - Punk Revival - Fast Fashion v. Recycled Fashion)
JANUARY-FEBRUARY 2009 (In Search of Winter - A Favourite Place - Catwalk Videos - Winter Chill)
NOVEMBER-DECEMBER 2008 (ROCS - Florence No2. - Winter-Mere)
OCTOBER - NOVEMBER 2008 (Cumbria Life - Glitz & Glamour Haggerston Craft Show)
OCTOBER 2008 (Woman Event - Catwalk Photos - Radio Cumbria - Brochure Download)
SEPTEMBER - OCTOBER 2008 (Newcastle United Wedding Dress - Wedding Shows)
AUGUST - SEPT. 2008 (Fashion Designers - Spectrum Collection - Sara Gadd)
JUNE - JULY 2008 (Haute Couture - Vivienne Westwood - Dorset Buttons - Magna Carta)
FEBRUARY - MAY 2008 (Lake District Inspirations - Long Blondes - Wedding Show)
Angy's Blog is written by Angela Morton, Fashion Designer & Dressmaker
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