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ARCHIVE: my previous entries:

MAY - JUNE 2009 (Summer Solstice - Toon in Tatters - Fashion Communism - Ele Horsleys - Kittiwakes - Stolen Dreams - Bluebells)
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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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

Charity Fashion CatwalkShow by Romantique Couture

31 JULY 2009 - SIR BOBBY ROBSON 1933-2009

It was with great sadness that I read of Bobby Robson's death, this morning. Lost but never forgotten. R.I.P.
I feel honoured that I had the opportunity to see this great man, frail but clearly delighted, just a few days ago.
He will surely rest in peace knowing that he leaves behind him a foundation charity which will contribute
to saving many more lives through the early detection of cancer.
If you would like to show your respect please click on the link below and see how you can help.



Still waitng for the final date for my STOLEN DREAMS show for Macmillan Cancer at St James' Park. It is provisionally scheduled for the second week in October, though it will depend on fixtures and the ongoing saga at Newcastle United Football Club. Difficult to comment with so little information coming from the club ... if anything the appalling lack of communication from Ashley et al is the worst part of it all for the long suffering fans. All that is certain is that this saga has more twists and turns than you could ever imagine possible, and whenever something else happens everybody says it can't get any worse - but for one reason or another it always does. Take the latest result for example: Newcastle 1 - Leyton Orient 6. I know it was only a friendly but 6 goals? As somebody said on one of the blogs - 'you wouldn't even excuse them if it had been against Barcelona!' The only word for it is 'chaos' - which just so happens to be the name of my latest creation! Yes, the saga will be well-portrayed by 'Stolen Dreams' which also takes a light-hearted poke at the excesses and foibles of the Premiership!


What a fab evening, and all for such a great cause. We always check the papers in a morning to keep in touch with the outside word - and that includes the Evening Chronicle and the NUFC website with so much going on at my favourite club. So when we learned of a replay of the famous 1990 world cup match for charity, with many of the original players, there were no second thoughts.

It was all a bit of a rush - we left home late because I was trying to finish a new jacket - a rather special jacket to wear for the event (sorry no pics yet ... will release them in October). Anyway I didn't quite finish the lining but I wore it anyway.

Above" Pete Beardsley & Alan Shearer; Below: Pics from the event and an evening view of Newcastle, looking down Grey Street from the Monument.

We arrived quite late so we caught the Metro and headed straight to St James Park - no time for a drink, a stottie or any sightseeing! I don't recall if I have said this before, but the feeling of seeing nothing but a sea of black and white is sometimes overwhelming. I always find the people in Newcastle overwhelming. Chatty, always with a smile on their faces ... regardless of what life throws at them. Just look at the NUFC saga for example ... I really feel for my dedicated, fellow fans. No fair weather supporters there! However, this evening was not about that saga, it was about Sir Bobby Robson - somebody else who is still smiling despite his endless battles with cancer, and his determination to raise funds for others in a similar situation.

33 thousand people turned out at St James' Park on Sunday evening to show their gratitude and raise the roof for a great man. It just shows that football is not always money, money, money! The fans that turned up were united in their respect and feelings for Sir Bobby Robson, and were there to celebrate his cause. The Sir Bobby Robson Foundation charity (
http://www.sirbobbyrobsonfoundation.org.uk) focusses on the early detection and treatment of cancer, and on clinical trials of new drugs. With so many people affected by cancer every year the work they do is fantastic, and it is so nice to see such a focus on cancer care and treatment in the North-east. My Stolen Dreams launch will also be supporting cancer care - in this case Macmillan who provide the essentail day-to-day support for people who are suffering from cancer.

The atmosphere in St James' Park was electric. I have to admit that I have never been to something like this before. I have been to football matches, but this was special ... and the fans made it extra special for Sir Bobby. There was ten minutes of applause when he was wheeled out, and afterwards the crowd was in good spirits throughout. There were cheers whenever Shearer touched the ball, respect for the German visitors, sustained Mexican waves ... and even a streaker (another first for me!) And, England scored 3 goals - and Shearer scored the winner ... wehheyy ... if only he could put his boots on and play for Newcastle again!

The final score was 3 - 2 to England. The Germans played well in the first half, but seemed a bit weary in the second. Our boys played better under the circumstances - Shearer, Gazza, Rob Lee, Les Ferdinand, Peter Beardsley, Des Walker, Gary Pallister, David Platt ... even Peter Shilton made an appearance in goal. And there were celebrities showing their legs too ... Angus Deayton, Jimmy Nail! ...

So after the celebrations, and after the trophy had been paraded there was just time for a quick 'Broon' in the Strawberry.


Took a couple of hours out today - a break from my latest creation - to take advantage of the summer sunshine. Great views over the lake to the Coniston, Langdale and Troutbeck Fells. It was the Windermere Airshow but we only saw one plane whilst walking ... however, a Spitfire and a Hurricane circled over the house later in the day.


So what is wrong with giving them names? Here is Poppy (after restoration) and Sybil (before ... poor girl has a broken ear!). Mike is working hard, and having fun, fixing and repainting, my dummies - he says it's like repairing canoes! Doris needed a new ear and some toes, Babs has had a hip replacement and her gashed leg has been patched up. And Poppy had her arthritic joints treated with WD40! Sybil is still a wreck and will require major surgery to resolve the problem of two left arms.

There is something rather alien about them - staring eyes, bald heads - like androids from a sci-fi movie. Thank goodness they don't have glowing yellow eyes or I would have to call them the 'Midwich Cuckoos'? I certainly wouldn't be able to sleep at night if that was the case. The 'metallic' finish is an improvement, though Poppy now reminds me of Shirley Eaton in Goldfinger!


I have been searching for 'mannequins' to exhibit my forthcoming ready-to-wear outfits for a while now. I already have a few tailors' dummies but they are not the same, and brand new, life-like dolls are far too expensive, so I have really been looking for a stock clearance. I was trawling through the internet at the weekend when I finally found what I was looking for - but they were in Liverpool.

It seemed too good a chance to miss, so yesterday morning, at the crack of dawn, we decided to combine work with pleasure, and drove off into unknown territory. We got lost a couple of times, and made several circuits of the city centre, before finding our destination - who needs a sat-nav?

Liverpool was something of a mystery to me. Apart from the football clubs, all I really knew about it were the Beatles, its connections with the Titanic, and that it was European City of Culture last year. But nothing had prepared me for the reality. We passed through suburbs, which were more like separate towns - self-contained, communities - with names that were surprisingly familiar: Aintree, and Everton, a sign to Knotty Ash, and so on. And, like most cities, the centre was a combination of magnificent buildings, theatres, shops and parks.

Matthew Street and the Cavern: a shrine to Beatlemania

Some cities have more going for them than others, and Liverpool is now very high on my list of places to return to. A fleeting visit can only give you a taste of a city ... in the case of Liverpool it left me hungry for more! There is so much to see and do. Look at the history and it isn't really surprising. For a moment, whilst walking between the neo-classical and art deco buildings of the business district, towards the Pier Head, I was reminded of another city I visited a few years ago and fell in love with - the 'Big Apple'.
It's true ... I had a real sense of dèja-vu ... the narrow streets and magnificient, towering architecture reminded me of lower Manhattan. Of course, there are no proper skyscrapers, but the massive buildings on the waterfront, in particular the huge, Royal Liver Building, are perhaps the nearest you can find to the early skyscrapers. Add the street cafes, coffee shops, sandwich bars, well-established, multi-cultural mix (Irish, Italians, Jews, Greeks, Chinese ...) and the light-hearted banter of the 'Scousers' and you will begin to understand what I mean. Perhaps it should be no surprise: Liverpool was once the last port of call for millions of European migrants headed to Ellis Island, and the New World, and the port for the great ocean liners which conveyed elegant travellers to New York in total luxury. Buildings such as the Cunard would have been the club lounges and airport terminals of their day - a testimony to the former wealth of a city which was once second only to London.

Left to Right: Water Street with Royal Liver Building and Town Hall; Roman Catholic 'Metropolitan' Cathedral (the 'Wigwam'); Pier Head with Royal Liver Building and Cunard Building.

I couldn't get the connection out of my head as I stared up at details on building, stuck my head into the impressive foyer of a former bank building, and pondered over the similarity between the view along Castle Street to the Town Hall, and Park Avenue to Great Central Station. If only we hadn't been in such a hurry! Nevertheless, we still managed to crawl around the Cavern Quarter to see the original Cavern Club, and wander round the cultural centre beside the immense St. George's Hall. Afterwards, we climbed Bold Street, passing the 'Bombed-out Church', to reach the University, located on the edge of the smart Georgian Quarter between the two cathedrals, and close to the Philharmonic Hall.

Left to ight:

Contemporary and traditional architecture on John Street, Liverpool

"Ferry 'cross the Mersey" leaving Woodside against the Birkenhead skyline.

I had an appointment with Elsa at Liverpool Community College Arts Centre to look at the mannequins that I had seen advertised. We then pottered home, following the coast to avoid the traffic. At Crosby we couldn't resist a sign to Anthony Gormley's 'Another Place' - I knew that he had designed the 'Angel of the North' and, although I had seen a picture of his 'statues' on the Merseyside coast, I didn't really know what to expect as we headed through the sand dunes towards the beach.
'Another Place' is certainly impressive, and much more unusual than I expected - perhaps even bizarre! What really amazed me was the scale of it all - 100 cast-iron, life-size statues all staring silently out to sea along 3 kms of shoreline, and stretching 1 km out into the water! According to the blurb, Another Place 'harnesses the ebb and flow of the tide to explore man's relationship with nature," and represents the sentiments of emigration - the sadness of leaving, and the hope of a new life, in a new place. It was really quite spooky, especially watching the furthest figures gradually sinking and disappearing as the tide came in!

So back to the other 'mannequins' and the real reason of our trip to Liverpool - there were more than twenty of them which had been used over the years by design students at the university. Most were in reasonable condition and could be repaired, patched up and perhaps repainted - I am thinking of spraying them a neutral grey. I selected five of them, all in different poses and positions, and Elsa helped me to break them down and label all the parts. We couldn't stop making jokes, especially when the car was loaded, and we remembered the 'Only Fools and Horses' sketch with the van load of inflatable dolls. We could just imagine being stopped by the police with legs and arms and heads sticking out all over the place! We certainly received a few funny looks from other motorists on the motorway - perhaps they thought there was an orgy going on in the back of the car! Having a house full of bald, naked women is going to take some getting used to ... I've already scared myself witless a few times, and Mike has loaned one of them his last Newcastle shirt to cover up her blushes!


Just a quick note to advise that I have withdrawn the summer Lake District event in order to focus all of my attention on 'Stolen Dreams'. This was to have been rather novel fashion event which will still take place at some stage in the future. Meanwhile, the new collection is coming together very well. It is taking more time than I had originally anticipated due to the nature of the material I am using. However, it is still on schedule and the launch event is also coming together. With luck the actual date will be released very soon. It depends on football fixtures and a degree of stability at Newcastle United, since the venue is St. James' Park. Can't really comment on the club situation : ( , though I do feel that there is now a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel! Anyway, watch this space, and the press - I may even release a few images, and perhaps one of the new designs as a taste of what is to come!


I had a meeting today in north Cumbria, not far from the Solway Firth, the strip of sea that separates the Cumbrian Coast from that of Dumfries and Galloway in Scotland. It was a lovely, fine day again - quite opposite to the BBC weather forecast. Nothing, new there then!

We came back via the town of Whitehaven. I have been to Whitehaven quite a few times now, and I must say that I like it. Besides having the best fish and chips in the whole wide world (Crosby's - something I have mentioned on more than one occasion), it has a very nice harbour. Indeed, when the sun is shining, and there isn't any wind, there is nothing nicer than sitting on the harbour wall eating fish and chips and watching the boats coming and going.

We often take a stroll along the quays, but today we wandered round the town streets as it was such a lovely evening. I can always hear my father-in-law's words ringing in my ears when I go to Whitehaven -'nothing's changed'. He left the area a few years ago, and remembers the decline of the sixties and seventies. Well, I have to disagree. Even in the few years I have been going there I have seen some big changes. Whitehaven really is a delightful town, and in the early evening sunlight the streets and the houses almost feel as if they had been newly laundered!

Whitehaven is often described as one of the 'gems' of England, and was recently named the 'Best Town Centre in the UK'. It has over 250 listed, Georgian buildings, which line streets and squares, planned in the 17th century on a grid, like many of American towns. The harbour has been redeveloped and now contains one of the best Marinas in the country.

The C2C cycle route starts at Whitehaven.

The architecture is especially surprising, especially when you look up at the details on the buildings. As well as the lovely geometry of the Georgian buildings, many now renovated and painted in pleasant colours, there are other styles - Italianate, Neo-classical, Art Deco, and even a hint of Art Nouveau in some of the Victorian buildings. It is such a colourful place - not just the painted facades, but all the flowers, the hanging baskets, well-tended beds and the floral displays in the park around the ruins of St. Nicholas's church.

Georgian architecture in Whitehaven: Roper Street (top); Queen Street (above) leading up to St. James Church (1752); Architectural embellishment in Roper Street (below)

Whitehaven also has another claim to fame which it is hard to avoid - it was the last place on the British mainland to have been invaded! In 1778, during the American War of Independence, it was attacked by an American naval force under the command of John Paul Jones. The intention had been to set the entire merchant fleet alight, but by the time they attacjked, the alarm was raised and the invaders were repelled. At that time Whitehaven was one of the largest and most important ports in England,


Whitehaven Harbour and Marina (far left);
Lowther Street (left) looking towards the Lighthouse (1730) on the 'Old Quay'

Solway Firth: View towrds Criffel in Galloway from near Bowness-on-Solway; River Wampool at Anthorn


I grew up listening to 'Western' music, even though much of it was illegal in those days. I suppose many of the tapes we managed to acquire were bootleg cassettes, smuggled in by Poles and Yugoslaves, and sold on the Black Market. I remember Abba, the Beatles, Boney M, Tina Turner, and even Smokie. I knew all the words, even if I didn't understand their meaning at the time! However, it was often the emotion you felt listening to music that was important - from sadness to joy, and happiness. Even today, I can't live without my music. As my dear husband knows, I cannot go into my studio to work without my beloved radio, or my iPod!

During my teens, the market was our shopping area. I always went there with my friends looking for 'new' music. Nowadays, you only need iTunes. We had a dance club at school, so we were keen to find anything that was new or different. I remember risking buying something by Madonna and at the same time picking up 'Billie Jean'. I knew nothing about Michael Jackson so I took it home, out of curiosity. It was magic. By 1991, I had all of his tapes. The music certainly made an impact at the dance club too - it had us all on our feet - but only after the Revolution!

So why am I bringing this up now? Because, no matter how odd and eccentric Michael Jackson became, he was an important part of my life once upon a time. He brought pleasure to a lot of people who were going through Hell on Earth. People who risked listening to Western music for enlightenment, and to take them away from the grim, day to day realities of life behind the Iron Curtain. I was one of them. Not all of those songs bring back good memories, but many of them still make me smile. Perhaps it was also the satisfaction of defying the system? It was the same with Abba and Smokie, but somehow they didn't quite have Michael Jackson's charisma, or his energy. A sad loss, whatever your view.


About time too! How many times have I said that a woman is a 'woman' and not a matchstick. Now the fashion press is hinnting that size zero is on it's way out. Seeing will be believing. Will the big names adopt bigger sizes? I doubt it, but never say 'never'. I will certainly have some larger sizes in the new collection.

This all came out again last year. Anorexic models - skeletons rattling their bones along the runway - a bad influence. I guess it will continue to crop up until the fashion industry actually accepts we are not all size 0.2! But perhaps the latest comments will help to put it all into perspective? Remember Elizabeth Taylor? Marilyn Monroe? Not exactly size zero. In my books, a good healthy model is size 10 to 14. But who am I to say? All the same, in my opinion models should not only sell your designs, they should also demonstrate that you are responsible - that you understand and look after your customers. I mean, what message does a moody stick insect portray?

One of my favourite models - Lucia from Premiere Productions who modelled 'Solway Sunset' for me last autumn - a 'perfect' size 14!

29 JUNE 2009 - BATS & CATS!

I couldn't belive what we found in the hallway this morning - a bat! Well it was Felix who alerted me, and as you can imagine, I was very cross with him. The poor thing was injured, though still quite active, and I immediately suspected both cats had been 'playing' with it.

I hadn't seen a bat as close as this before though I knew that, together with our neighbours, we have them in the loft. Mike showed me one once, hanging from the rafters like something in a Scooby-Doo cartoon! We have never ventured any closer because they are endangered and shouldn't be disturbed. Somebody once came to do a survey on the whole building and advised that among other species, there is a colony of Long-eared Bats.

Anyway, we carefully put our little casualty into a box, and called the Cumbria Bat Group. John, the 'bat man', was with us in fifteen minutes or so. He told us that she was a 'Soprano Pipistrelle' (call is a higher frequency than a normal Pipistrelle), and that she was heavily pregnant. He didn't think her injuries were due to the cats (the jury is still out o that one) and that she might have crawled in from under the door. Apparently, if a bat is injured it will follow it's sonic 'Sat-Nav' to get as close to the roost as possible. In this case the roost is probably in the roof directly above the hallway. John examined our bat and took her back to the bat sanctuary. Hopefully, she will survice and give birth, though it seems unlikely she will fly again as the wing membranes were badly torn. I will let you know if we hear of her progress.

The Westmorland and Furness Bat Group organises several bat walks and talks. We are consdering participating in one of them to find out something about which I must confess, I was rather ignorant until this morning!

Westmorland & Furness Bat Group:


The problem wirth working from home is that you sometimes have to force yourself to take a day off. And even then you usually feel guilty. The sun has been shining all week, the temperature has been rising, and it has been getting more and more difficult to turn my back to the blue sky and close my studio door behind me. So, yesterday we shut up shop and headed off into the wilderness. And I soon discovered how unfit I have become. This is probably the only time in my life that I have not been active. I used to swim, run and do aerobics all the time. I used to be a professional swimmer for goodness sake. But work has been taking its toll for the last two years, and I can feel it. This new collection is very time-consuming - I can work seven days in a row, from early morning right through into the early hours, when I have a new design in my head. It is relentless, and the list of creations to complete seems never-ending. I only hope it will be worth it.

Anyway, what a fab day. And what a fantastic place ... don't ask me where it is, because I won't tell you. There are some secrets I prefer to keep to myself, and for the few local people who also know about it. It's my favourite swimming pool - high in the fells: icy, crystal clear water, very deep, with just enough shade for when the sun becomes too hot, and a waterfall llike a natural jacuzzi to sooth the aches and pains. Sheer bliss!


Just when you think things cannot get any worse, something truly awful happens! My club is rudderless and drifting dangerously. So what do they do?. They decide to release the 'Away' strip from Hell! I'm not sure if it's only me, and perhaps I'm being unfair because I've only seen the press pictures and read the dismayed comments of other fans. I mean, you don't get a true impression on a computer screen do you? So perhaps it OK in the 'flesh'. I hope so because on the screen it looks quite hideous - eggy yellow stripes on something that could be white, ivory or even primrose yellow, depending on the angle. It's like being kicked when you are already down. As if somebody is set on destroying our club, and our pride, from all sides. What was wrong with the dark purple? It was classy. This is just embarrasing. I hope I'm exaggerating. Better, sharpen my scissors just in case! Stolen Dreams!

22 JUNE 2009 - ON TOP OF THE WORLD ... well ENGLAND!

A few years ago Mike took me to the place where he grew up - right on the edge of the Lake District. I had never been there before but I remember that first time like it was yesterday. It was like Heaven on Earth. It still is! Even now I love to find a quiet spot, where I can sit and be quiet, empty my mind and just watch and listen - use my senses to feel close to it all. I really found myself there in the Lakes - humbled by the landscape, at peace with my surroundings. And even today the landscape and the nature never fail to impress me, and to inspire my creative side.

If anyone had said to me years ago that I would fall in love with a place called the Lake District, a place of mountains, valleys, lakes and woods, I would probably have laughed in their face. I'm a city girl, through and through. I was born in a city. I grew up in a city. I would have asked, "Where is the nearest shop?" I would never have belived that country life could attract me - a brief visit perhaps. nothing more. But, hey presto, I'm here! Indeed, I've been here for nearly five years and, yes, I can live without the lights, and the shops at the end of the street, a coffee bar within a couple of minutes' walk, a theatre at my fingertips, and the incessant buzz of the city. My mum thought I was mad when I announced I was going to live here. She couldn't believe it, and gave me the whole, "you can't do that," spiel. You know how mums are? But, when she came to see me she was mesmerised too. You see, I sometimes imagine the lakes and the valleys are full of good spirits, fairies perhaps - they can spot somebody with a good heart from miles and miles away and lure them into their spell.

Scafell Pike and the Great Moss at the top of Eskdale

Anyway, during that first visit I bought my first proper climbing boots. I was so excited. I just wanted to try them out there and then, to climb up among those crags and screes. And, then my dearest hubby dropped a bombshell ... how about Scafell Pike he said? What? The highest mountain? It would be initiation by fire. Surely, he had to be joking. I hadn't climbed a mountain before. Well, not a proper one. Hells Bells! Then, why not, I thought? And, believe me, it turned out to be one of the best days in my life! It was a 'heck' of a challenge, scrambling up the narrow gully at Mickledore, then over an endless rock strewn lunar landscape - but it was well worth it! The view, and that feeling of achievement, just left me hungry for more, and more. You just feel as if you are on top of the world up there, and that is a magical feeling that cannot be bettered. Now, if I want peace and quiet, I can stroll out of the house and climb for half and hour or so to the top of our nearest mountain - it's not so high but the view it commands over the lake to the Lakeland Fells is just as rewarding.

Left to Right, Top to Bottom: Scafell Pike with Ill Crag; Ill Crag; Upper Eskdale; Scafell and Scafell Pike

My previous Posts:

MAY - JUNE 2009 (Toon in Tatters - Fashion Communism - Ele Horsleys - Kittiwakes - Stolen Dreams - Bluebells)
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)
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