Friday, 17 June 2016

This is the moment you've all been waiting for .......

...... so please all sing together, and in tune if at all possible:

"Happy twentieth anniversary to you,
Happy twentieth anniversary to you,
Happy twentieth anniversary dear Long Dog
Please get on with it do!"

And so with no further delay that moment has finally come
for you to meet your nemesis - DEATH BY CROSS STITCH!

This is the first design in the whole history of Long Dog
Samplers which runs to 16 pages of chart.
It's vital statistics are 363 x 447 stitches and it can be
stitched in any colour of the rainbow your little heart
desires, including black.

I would advise you to take a seat before I reveal the
price - £22.50 and worth every penny.  It's available direct
from me as a pdf download via the following link:

or by simply banging on the door of your LNS and shouting
loudly through the letter box "Get me a copy of Death by
Cross Stitch lest I turn into a frog from sheer frustration.
My life will never be complete without it!"

So, you've all seen this eighth wonder of the world,
you all know how to get a copy which leaves me to ask
"What are you waiting for?"

Sunday, 12 June 2016

One week to go!

The countdown starts now to the biggest ever
Long Dog Sampler due to be released
in seven days time on Saturday 18th June 2016
to mark my twenty glorious years of cross stitch design.

This snippet represents barely a quarter of the actual design.
So make a note in your diary, finish off what you're working
on and be prepared to be captivated.  This one's got everything
you'd look for in a Long Dog - bright eyes, a bushy tail,
will take you a lifetime and, what's more, it doesn't shed.

Monday, 30 May 2016

The Poorly Finger

It's not until you lose the use of something, albeit temporarily,
that you realise just how much you need it.  In this instance it's only
the index finger of my right hand but it's day two without his help and 
I already have a very long list of things that are totally out of the question 
or extremely difficult to achieve.

It all happened in seconds.  One minute I was simply trying to open a
door with a rather stiff handle and the next there was blood gushing
out of my finger and a slicing cut right down to the bone of my
knuckle and I still can't fathom exactly how I managed to do it.

So, what to do about all the runner bean plants that need to go in this
weekend; how am I meant to prepare carrots without
causing myself a further mischief; why is it so difficult to wipe your
bum with the left hand; squeeze and twist bottle caps you can forget;
picking coins out of my purse requires patience and even texting is
currently something of a challenge.

But do you know what is the hardest thing to put up with -
I   C A N   N O T   SEW!

Friday, 27 May 2016

Painted knitting?

Some people embroider, others quilt; some knit, others paint
but Pamela Swainson likes to mix her artistic metaphors
- Pamela paints knitting (but not exclusively)!

Pamela Swainson
Like so many creative people her heart lies in the countryside
as does her source of inspiration.  Her mantra for life is
"local livng and sustainability" all built upon a bedrock of the
quiet growing of the trees, sunrise, sunset and a menagerie of
furred and feathered creatures.

Pamela's free range chooks
Pamela lives with her partner on a small farm in the Cobequid Mountains
of Nova Scotia, Canada although originally from Manitoba where she
was born to second generation Icelandic immigrant parents.

Her work has been exhibited in a number of local shows in the region
including Tatamagouche and Truro both solo and alongside other 
artists.  Her portfolio is certainly eclectic and she has in her time
painted everything from figurative work to landscapes, streetscapes
and, of course, knitting.

A knitted landscape painting?
To see more of Pamela's work visit

This one's my favourite - do you knit in bare feet?
I wonder if my LNS has a pattern for a waterfall?

Tuesday, 24 May 2016

This and that ......

Where to begin, what to tell you - today I really have no idea.
I've been writing this blog since 2012 during which time I have
written 527 separate offerings ranging in subject from my flight
from France, life with my much missed long dogs Geordie and
Mouche, strange French customs and new designs to
English churches, talented craftsmen and women and life's
general buggerations which visit themselves upon me with
boring regularity.

This is the "lock-up" and the place which I currently call home.
Admittedly not so grand as Chateau Long Dog but sometimes small
can be good - less housework, less room to lose things and a good
reason to only keep those things that you truly treasure.

The countryside around here is beautiful and very varied.
Within fifteen minutes you can go from walking beside the sea
on a pebble beach, to wandering the marshes in all their
windswept desolation, to dappled bluebell woods full of
heady perfume and the hum of insects.  Not to mention the
odd midge bite or two as well.

My allotment is my pride and joy and as you can see
from the photo I have already put my mange tout peas to bed.
I even tucked them in and have promised to read them the tale
of the Princess and the Pea when they get a little older.

Fairhaven Water Gardens are just ten minutes down the
road from the Lock-Up and are where I take myself off to
when I want to daydream and forget about the world.
They're Norfolk's answer to the Everglades without the crocs.

This is Astrid my friends black lab and just one of the many
local dogs I have come to rely upon when in desperate need
of a big wet kiss and a bit of a cuddle.

Mr & Mrs Mallard who trashed my pond last year popped back
to say hello recently but thankfully they didn't stay for long and
they seem to have learned some garden manners since their last visit.

And that's about it really.
I shall try to come up with something rather more cerebral for
my next offering and - don't forget - there's an enormous
new 20th anniversary Long Dog getting itself ready for rehoming next month.
I don't think you'll be disappointed.

Friday, 20 May 2016

Step away from that cake

I will personally disown the first Long Dog stitcher I catch
attempting to ice a giant tray bake with motifs from Mouline Rouge
because things are moving on apace in the sticky, edible world
that is cake craft.

Just when you thought that the genteel art of cake decoration couldn't
possibly take a new turn along comes a bend in the road and a whole
new horizon opens up to greet you.

No further need for piping bags and a box full of nozzles to create impossible
swirls, drooping swags or thin precise lines.  Forget the edible glitter,
ditch the sprinkles and give those Disney cake toppers the elbow.  No more
sugar work flowers or squiggly chocolate writing; simply get yourself a brush,
some food paints and a plain iced cake and what you have the potential to
create will be limited only by your imagination.  How exciting is that?

No need to start big, take your time until you get your eye in.  This one looks remarkably like a Van Gogh.
Perhaps the artist was having a bad paint day.

A stained glass effect looks very stunning but I'd hate to have been
the person who had to finally cut it.

Now this is a cake that looks like a stack of beautiful cake tins bought
as a souvenir from Monet's Garden or perhaps it is cake tins
sitting patiently in a stack trying to fool everyone.

I think this one takes the biscuit so to speak.  It's my favourite
so far - but I'm still looking.

Wednesday, 18 May 2016


"Town centre" watch out for horse and carts.

It was a rare and lovely afternoon, much too hot to work on the
allotment, so I decided to skive off to Ludham, a village just eight miles
or so from Acle and only ten minutes away by car down windy country lanes.

The hammer beamed roof in all it's glory.

It stands at the end of a dyke leading to Womack Water and, although small
in size, it has a history dating back over a thousand years to the days of
King Canute (the one who wanted to control the tide - and failed) circa 1016.

The hanging - zoom in, the detail is quite something.

The first place to begin any exploration is the church.  St Catherines is
full of wonderful, historical stuff - a fifteenth century font, an oak
hammer beam roof with the wheel of St Catherine carved into every
second spandrel, a magnificent painted rood screen and a rather special
crucifixion painting above the nave.

All very standard fayre for one of the hundreds of mediaeval churches
scattered across the region but what did if for me was the Ludham hanging
- a map of the village recently made from a patchwork of scraps of material,
wools, felt, sparkles and the love of the present day villagers who
stitched it all together.

Look - there's the windmill

They even remembered the cows

The detail is quite amazing - fields and pastures, woods and waterways,
tiny cottages exact in every detail, there's even a three dimensional
windmill that stands out at a jaunty angle in gravity-defying majesty.

Milk and two sugars please

Then just a quick hop and a skip saw me over the road and into the
Alfresco Tea Room with it's bone china cups and saucers, sugar tongs,
tea strainers (which I forgot to use), dainty table cloths and best of all
- home made cakes and scones.  

The perfect end to a delightful afternoon playing hookey!