Thursday, 4 December 2014

Baby it's cold outside

I've written about my experience of baby groups over on Standard Issue magazine. So many postnatal groups are wonderful - nurturing, helpful and a source of friends. I didn't quite find that though. In the two groups I attended there was a peculiar atmosphere of oneupmumship. Pop over for a read here if you fancy it.

If you like my article it would be super lovely if you could click 'recommend' at the bottom. Thankyou

I'll be back next week to announce the details of my crafty plan for Comic Relief 2015.

Monday, 24 November 2014

Making Winter revisited

The Comic Relief project I'm hatching for 2015 has taken over my waking and rather a lot of my sleeping hours too. It's eaten my blogging time entirely. I've been dreaming about it for three or four months. It's quite big and ambitious but everything is in place for it to build on the thrilling success of the Red Nose Day Dolls.You can have a sneak preview of it if you click here and I'll be back soon to tell all. 

Meanwhile I've been writing about crafting as an antidote to winter's grey skies over at Standard Issue Magazine. You may remember the Making Winter project hosted by Mrs Thriftyhousehold and I three years ago. In this new series of articles I'll be encouraging those who don't necessarily turn to their knitting needles for solace to give it a go. Here's this month's Making Winter

If you like it it would be ace if you could click the 'recommend' button at the bottom of the article. As Standard Issue is rather new it will really help to show whether our content is being enjoyed.

Next month I'll be sharing a crochet wristwarmer pattern. As a woman who fairly recently could only make a tragic birds' nest out of hook and wool this is quite a turn up.

Note: the blanket in the top picture is a granny square of Misti Alpaca handpaint chunky that I decided to keep adding to. It's my current winter go-to comfort project, although the price of the Misti alpaca means that it's sheer indulgence and I ration myself to two skeins every couple of months. This colour way is called 'sky grey' and reminds me of a Norfolk beach. The blanket is one large baby rabbit-soft granny square. Nestling underneath it whilst I add stitches is a joy.

Thursday, 16 October 2014

Standard Issue - a new magazine

Back in May I was adjusting to being newly 42. I was gobsmacked that I'd just had my first exhibition and was reeling slightly that the youngest Pebble, whose birth I wrote about on the former incarnation of this blog, was about to turn six. I was also trying to adjust to the horrifying possibility of chin hair. 

Youngest daughter, aged 11 months

In that same month I received an email asking me to write for a new online magazine for women. I was astonished and thrilled. Apart from craft and interior titles I had abandoned all newsstand publications aimed at women long ago. I wasn't interested in celebrity beach bodies or the latest diet fad. I didn't care much for this season's must-have trouser or who had dumped who for who(m) and was now stepping out with such-and-such and wearing a particular boot whilst she did so. 

Two or three times a year I would buy this kind of magazine. Afterwards I felt a little like I did when I ate pickled onion Monster Munch or doughnuts. For a little while it was delicious, but eventually I felt queasy and in need of a satsuma or a carrot. There was little or no intelligent, incisive content. They seemed to be about frocks, mostly.

Fimo pendants including doughnut, made by eldest daughter

On the 30th of September Standard Issue Magazine came into existence. It's an online publication by women for women. In its short life Jenni Murray has written about the ways in which we think and speak about cancer and Phillipa Perry has given tips on overcoming anxiety and Sian Harries writes in praise of Malala Yousafzai. 

There have been articles about parenthood, reality TV and arachnophobia and the writers include Clare Balding and Sarah Millican.

Pippa Evans is documenting her experiences of being make-up free for 100 days and Helen Linehan is sharing her car boot sale finds (including a covetable wooden puffin).

Pudding the frog made by me in 1981 and stuffed with pudding rice.

I will be writing about craft and creativity for Standard Issue and my first piece was published yesterdayMy article is about the handmade revival that we are all part of, about my earliest experiences of craft and about knitted beards and crocheted turnips. 

I'm incredibly honoured to be writing alongside this group of women and to be part of this launch. I believe Standard Issue magazine is something new and is an excellent destination for those who crave thought-provoking as well as cackle-inducing articles. 

Crochet turnip pattern by Little Conkers

Do pop over and have a read if you have a moment to spare, and if you have a few maybe stay awhile. 

Thursday, 18 September 2014

Silver cotton reels and a lost summer

It has been a busy summer. Open Studios was as lovely as ever. In fact the Saturday afternoon of my final open weekend turned into a sort of woolly garden party to which Celia, Val and Deborah brought their respective yarn projects and crocheted in the sun whilst I brought them pots of tea and homemade biscuits. I was on Radio Cambridgeshire for five minutes on Friday 25th July talking about Open Studios. New friends were made, necklaces found new homes and, as ever, the phenomenon of Open Studios and its power to bring like-minded people together surprised me and introduced me to creative folk with whom I will stay in touch. 

The summer also brought new plans for Comic Relief 2015. There'll be more news on this soon, but I'm working on something potentially very exciting with Jane Toft, ex-editor of Mollie Makes magazine. We hope that the project will build on the success of the Red Nose Day Dolls and the £4300 of handmade cash that we raised thanks to the wonderful support of bloggers and the talent of the 22 designers who contributed, amongst other handmade wonder, diminutive blankets (above) perfect tiny dresses, needle felted dogs and miniscule handmade books

In the last few months I have been writing articles for an exciting new online magazine that will launch in the next week or two. I'll be able to reveal more once the first edition is out.

All these offline adventures alongside the school holidays have meant that there have been tumbleweeds blowing around my blog, but now that the girls have returned to school there will be more time for sharing the news here.

I have been working on commissions as busily as ever, including this moon gazing hare pendant which was an honour to make. Every week or two I receive a request to make one of these fine silver cotton spool necklaces. It hs become such as regular design for me that I decided to make a small batch of them to list on Etsy. This allowed me to imagine that I had my own very small haberdasher's shop in manner of Sylvanian families. Click here if you'd like to have a peep at them. You can choose your own thread colour.

Meanwhile my sweetpeas continue to flower and it's still sandal weather. Unlike most months, September's sunshine seems to be reliable.

Tuesday, 17 June 2014

Open Studios

When I was a whipper snapper twenty or more years ago I used to hop on my bike during July weekends and visit artists' studios. It was joyous to see their work, chat about how it was made and, if the student funds could stretch to it, buy a hand-thrown mug or a print.

Cambridge Open Studios has been running since 1987. It's a group of around 420 artists and craftspeople who work together to promote creativity, the making of original works of art and to forge a lasting relationship between local people and makers. The COS guidebook is a truly fantastic resource for finding artists in Cambridgeshire. I used it to bring together an ace group of stallholders for several local arts fair I organised in the pre-blog days of 2007. Gina and Celia were amongst them. 

I've been part of this stupendous organisation since 2010. Our studios, sheds, corners of the living room and potters' lean tos are open during the weekends of July each year for members of the public to see our work and talk about and often demonstrate our making techniques. The yellow guidebook tells visitors who we are, what we make and where to find us. 

A jaunty yellow flag outside the house means that you've found the right spot.

 My studio will be open as follows

Saturday 5th & Sunday 6th and Saturday 19th & Sunday 20th July
from 11am-6pm
Here's my COS page or email for directions.

It would be wonderful to see you there. You can peep at my jewellery, obviously, but many people bring portable craft projects, sit in my shed at the bottom of the garden and chew the fat whilst crocheting or knitting. It's lovely. If I have time I'll bake things and a shiny new studio kettle is on order. The garden will be flowering away and I'm hopeful that my small cut flower patch might have a few spots of colour by then. Come and sit in my studio with me if you fancy.

I'm ready*

 *may not be entirely true

Thursday, 12 June 2014


Clay is one of my first loves. The cool, smooth, squidgy feel of it and the bafflingly huge number of possibilities in each lump of clay used to leave me paralysed during school art classes. If I was given some clay it was like being faced with the penny sweet counter aged 6 - too much goodness, too many choices. What to make? I would freeze.

During my twenties I attended pottery evening classes as an antidote to the stress of the day job. For three or four years Bonnie Kemske disarmed the paralysed feeling and I made things with slabs of clay. The things were monstrously chunky and wonky but the making of them was joyous. She encouraged hand-building, the use of small everyday objects such as keys or seeds to make surface texture and the mixing of our own glazes. Eventually I bypassed the glaze room altogether and broke up old bottles and marbles, allowed the kiln to melt them on tiles I'd made and bingo - clay coated with a layer of glass:

Eventually hand-modelling clay, the silver sort, became the day job:

There were potters' wheels in Bonnie's class. I used to watch the wheel-throwers with awe. They were literally spinning plates out of clay. I longed to be able to do this. It seemed as mystical and wondrous as particle physics.

Ten years ago I signed up to a weekend course with Deborah Baynes. I read the website: two whole days of throwing, interspersed with large helpings of food and wine. I'd never been on a making holiday before. It sounded thrilling and almost too indulgent. After several Generation Game-style comedy clay disasters my fingers started to learn what to do thanks to Deborah's patience. I came away with a small bowl, a jug and a pencil pot. I also gained a bit of an apple crumble baby.

When I returned to Suffolk in mid-March for another of Deborah's weekends I worried that the fledgling skills I'd learned in 2004 would have disappeared. In the meantime I'd had children and I'm fairly certain my vocabulary has diminished or at least gone to fallow. Would the neurons responsible for the clay-wrangling remain?

A Vine of Deborah teaching us how to add a 'belly' to a pot.

Thrillingly my concerns were unfounded. My brain and fingers remembered. What's more I could build on them thanks to Deborah's ace tuition. I made the things in the top image. They're useable! 

Spoon by Hatchet and Bear. Cross stitched tablecloth from The Foodie Bugle

As I've said before, I like eating and drinking vessels, not just looking vessels. 

I've drunk tea from most of them. One of them is good for pasta or cereal. 

One of them looks good with flowers in it. 

Thankyou thankyou Deborah. You helped me to spin some pots into existence from several lumps of clay. I'm beyond thrilled.

Thursday, 5 June 2014

A tiara to raise funds for Sport Relief

I was never very good at PE. I used to stand forlornly on a playing field on the banks of the Mersey in the mid eighties, wielding a stick with a sort of tiny climbing net on the top of it, trying to scoop up and throw a ball that seemed harder than granite and dropping it, every time, to the concerted jeers and exasperated looks of the Sporty Girls. They would always send me to the 'deep fielding' area, which was half way to Chester. That stick was a sort of modified shoe. Lacrosse. What a wally of a game. 

Whenever Sport Relief arrives in March I always feel rather unqualified to raise any money. I could perhaps organise a sponsored 'throw like a complete sillyhead' event, or perhaps a special 'run like Joyce Grenfell' race. I would win BOTH of these. Perhaps I should do this for 2016.

This year though, I stuck to my strong suit: I made a tiara to help the ASTONISHING TeamHonk team raise pennies. They scooted, cycled and ran in a relay from John O'Groats to Lands End. Imagine it! I got my pliers out.

I used to make a lot of tiaras ten or fifteen years ago. I made them for brides and their bridesmaids. Sometimes I used very special AA grade gemstones that made me hyperventilate. I wove miniscule pearls and silver wire together to make delicate crowns that I liked to imagine Audrey Hepburn wouldn't have minded wearing. I did this in the evenings. During the day I was an intellectual property consultant in Silicon Fen with a brief case and scary heels. Secretly I wanted 'making tiaras' to be my job. 

I made my own in 2001.

The one I've made for Sport Relief has tiny fine silver hellebores and hellebore leaves, little freshwater pearls from the 1920s and...

...diamond beads.... 

...tiny facetted ones that I've twirled into berry-like clusters. They're the real deal. When they arrived in the post from Etsy I jumped up and down like a barm pot and then simply held them in my hands for about an hour. I made a film of them on Vine. I know this is slightly tragic but I've never worked with diamonds before.

It's a Spring crown inspired by the hellebores that grow in my garden. 

I admit to having worn it a few times whilst doing the washing up and wielding the dustbuster. It's VERY cheering. With this on my head I like to think I'm channelling Audrey H whilst folding small vests.

You can bid for the tiara on eBay. The link is here

Every penny will go to stupendous causes in the UK and in Africa. Just £5 buys a mosquito net that can prevent the children sleeping beneath it from being infected with deadly malaria. You can read more about the people and causes that money raised from this tiara will help HERE.

TeamHonk is a group of parenting bloggers led by MummyBarrow, Mammasaurus and AResidence who raise money for Sport Relief and Comic Relief. They are a force of nature. Read about their story here.

Huge thanks to dear L of My Pretty Tea Party who was my patient and very lovely model.