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Beach Art by Oliver Rushworth

Dad thought he was going to have a relaxing lie down after playing beach rugby. However, Oliver, never being one to miss an opportunity to express himself decided to make a sculpture from some driftwood and …..Dad. Always good to have a video camera on hand to capture this serious evolution worthy of the Tate Modern.


My kids love their pocket pen knives. Do yours?


The coming of age amongst the kids has involved allowing them to choose their own mini penknives. This has freed up many minutes (sometimes hours) for us parents in search of appropriate sized screwdrivers to open up the endless number of toys, remote controls, torches etcetera and replace batteries which seem to be necessary for all kids paraphernalia these days…

The good ole pocket penknife has also come to the rescue when extracting that incredibly painful but miniscule splinter, with its tiny tweezers (which inevitably get lost). Not to mention the lemonade (lets be honest – Dads beer) bottle opener, and for those of us with sensory issues, the nail file when we half rip the toe nail kicking the can, ball or sibling who has the ball/can/last piece of barbecued chicken.

The scissors we are often found brandishing in cafes and restaurants which come in handy for those lethal sauce sachets. Only  “Jaws” from James bond can open these with his teeth and even then the added risk of blinding yourself with the inferior vinegar/sauce/mayonnaise is a good enough reason to keep the pocket pen knife handy when eating out.

Of course, there are the obvious needs for a pocket penknife, such as cutting industrial strength plastic ties found attached to clothing, carving your initials and perhaps someone else’s on a tree after climbing as high as you can, because its a secret after all! Peeling your apple (no one likes apple peel except rabbits), cutting the crusts off your bread (no one likes crusts except the dog, chickens, birds and those wanting curly hair)..

Oh and making spears, now you never know when you might need them. A good reason to carry a hairband with you at all times….



Saying goodbye to a friend. I wasn’t ready.

I think it’s time to go.

Won’t you stay a little longer?

No, must dash.

But you seem to be having fun?

I am, I was, I mean it’s been great but I really must head off.

Well only if you’re sure cos we’ll miss you.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s been great, I’ve loved every minute of it…the walks, the holidays, the bike rides through the forest, the afternoon sleeps together on the sofa, the left over beef casserole.

Oh I’m really pleased you enjoyed it cos we did and we hoped you did too.

I really must go now…

How about one last walk, afternoon snooze, snack?

I wish I could but I can’t sleep well anymore and walking is really hard because I don’t see well now and eating just isn’t easy, I’ve forgotten how to….

Is there anything we can do for you?

No.  Really.  You’ve done more than enough.      I know you know it’s time I went.

I do, but it’s hard to say goodbye even when I see your head hurts and you have trouble drinking and eating, and you’ve lost your way around the house. 

Yeh it’s true, I ain’t getting any better.

But I thought you were happy.

I don’t know anymore..I can’t.

How about one last walk?


You like going for walks. 

Do I?

The house will feel empty without you.


I can’t bear to see you like this!

Head hurts! Thirsty! Can’t drink!

We love you and will miss you forever!


But I don’t think I am ready.

I am.

Goodbye Fred..


Why we need to be curious?

Thanks Bob Sanderson for sharing this article with me.

Close to the W.A.R team’s heart and the root of my inspiration for the clothing brand.

Let your kids be curious, it will be messy, noisy and occasionally smelly but definitely necessary.

Asking “why” is a good thing.

We Are Adventurous

We Look At Things Differently

We are Not Perfect

We Have Imagination

We Dare Look Over The Edge

We Enjoy Finding Our Own Way

We Are Rushworth

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Watch this video to find out more


Victoria Rushworth

Should Meggings come with a “May contain” warning or is it all a load of boll@*&s?


Is it only me or is anyone else out there a tad uncomfortable when at the Panto with the kids?

“Oh Lord…Man bumps. Don’t snigger, act your age”

I dont mean the innuendos and cheeky jokes, or the hard seats.

“Really?  What no skirt,no frills,no large belt?’

No no no, much simpler  than that…Its the men in tights who boldly prance around the stage.

“Eyes up eyes up”

This got me thinking about the supposed new craze of men in leggings, otherwise known via the urban dictionary as “meggings”.

“I really hope it doesn’t move”

And whether or not it would take off in these colder parts of the world?

” snake, budgie in a hammock, hot dog, meat and two veg..STOP”

I decided to take to the streets in search of the man in meggings.

I approached this task in a similar fashion to searching for a lost dog, with or without his bone!  A guy in leggings, they need to eat and drink, but I cant see them dropping into the local boozer, well not around these parts anyway. I blended in and hit the spots where I thought I might find them “hanging out” together. Cafes, wine bars, megging shops (couldn’t find any), museums, book shops, department stores, the nail bar, the chocolate bar, the champagne bar…okay I admit the last few were more for me.

There were some near sightings such as ladies in leggings, and some joggers in running trousers.

In one last attempt for some feedback on this I posted this lack of sightings on my Facebook page, to have a friend say ” thats northeners for you”. Sensible you mean?

Not to mention…I tentatively asked a local tractor driver if he would wear them to which the response included the words “dead” and “body”.

I am no forecaster of fashion trends but I would wager that megging wearing chaps won’t risk the colder climates of the north for obvious reasons.

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I am all for wearing what you want and being a bit out there, but some things should just NOT be out there.

Therefore, my advice to you would be this…”Life can be a bit of a pantomime…but if you are going to wear meggings in public then  “shake well after use”  and make sure there is a clear warning of “may contain nuts” across the back.

Love you. x

The Silent Blogger


Sharing my inner thoughts with you guys out there can seem quite daunting…I’d rather put my hand in a wolf’s mouth than spill the beans.


Sound familiar?

But as there is a drop in the number of wolves roaming the woods these days…I guess i’ll have to get blogging.

More coming soon.


A Leap of Faith – My first attempt at a blog

I was invited to write a guest blog for Gunsgreen House in Eyemouth. You can read it on their website at

You may or may not have heard of hip new (and local!) clothing brand ‘We are Rushworth‘ set up by Victoria Rushworth. The brand promises to be exciting and adventurous, for a generation of ‘triers and doers’. Here, Victoria tells us about setting up her brand, and taking the next step…

“The only thing that’s certain is the unexpected” by We Are Rushworth

Watching Felix Baumgartner do his skydive a few weeks ago made me ponder on “why?”. What was going through his mind just before he jumped? Did he think of backing out? How much physical preparation did he do? Years? Months? What kind of psychological training was there, if any? Do these feats take a unique kind of person to achieve and attempt? Could I do it?

Baumgartner may be one of a kind but every day people take leaps, that for them, are just as huge. I used to think the same about people who ran their own businesses. The same questions…How long had they been planning it? How much help did they need? Who guided them? Could I do it?

A leap of faith. That is what we take when we venture out into the unknown. All the preparation and information gathering, business plans, training and risk assessments can prepare you for the plunge, but the only thing thats certain is the unexpected.

When Kara at Gunsgreen House invited me to write a guest blog I thought about my little leap into starting a clothing brand, The “Why?” isn’t always straight forward or obvious, other than it’s just something I have always wanted to do. Perhaps spurred on by one of those round numbered birthdays… it was a tattoo or this. I wasn’t sure which would cause me the most pain, so I went for the less permanent option.

With business plans, story boards, lots of enthusiasm and determination I headed to a branding expert with the expectation of both negative and positive outcomes. As it happens the outcome was a good one and I was and continue to be pleasantly surprised at the advice and encouragement there is out there for small businesses, not to mention the fantastic support amongst local businesses in Berwickshire.

For example…when looking for inspiration I often take a walk along the cliff, stop for a coffee in Oblo bar and bistro, pop in to see Kara at Gunsgreen House,  join in a Burlesque Class with the gorgeous Rosa La Rouge, then head home clutching fish and chips from Giacopazzi’s for the kids.  Or I could drop the little ones off at pocketful Kids and wander around Eyemouth Museum, with a Surf lesson at Coldingham Bay to finish me off!

The people behind these amazing ventures  are but a few of the lads and lassies who have also taken a leap of faith. We have all felt that first step out of the aeroplane, but I am reassured that in those dark moments when I am hurtling towards the ground with no visibility, there are lots of people who have gone before me who are on hand with advice and support.

In the words of Soren Kierkegaard “Thinking can turn toward itself in order to think about itself and skepticism can emerge. But this thinking about itself never accomplishes anything.” In other words…GO FOR IT? Could I do it? Yes I can – and I did.

Maybe I am still in free fall, waiting to see where I land. But once you have made the leap nothing is quite so scary. And  if all else fails – that tattoo is still an option.

Big thanks to Barbara Henderson of Wordsoup, Berwick upon Tweed for unlocking my inner blogness.

Written by Victoria Rushworth

Studied at Scottish College of Textiles.

Which led to working within the colourful world of the rag trade.

Creator of We Are Rushworth

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Something from the top shelf Madam?


Most weeks I wander into my local newsagents and buy a few magazines. Then I take them into the cafe next door and succumb to them in the search for inspiration. Yes, this is work. In fact, they are a less expensive paper substitute for a creative assistant.

I tend to lunge over the usual immense collection of “how to use your Mac” mags and snatch a couple of interesting ones from the top shelf, which is not what it used to be, thankfully!

This week I chose three magazines.

No 1 -The usual glossy which I never actually read but flick through to get a sense of trends and colours.

My other two choices were not ones I had purchased before but that is the point after all.

No 2-  A magazine with a vintage look, feel and shape and a stamped style logo imploring me to ‘spend wisely, wasteless, appreciate more’, I grabbed this in the hope that these splendidly wise words would rub off on me as I flicked through it

No 3 –  A more contemporary look publication, with the usual gorgeous gal on the front, and which appeared to have some interesting articles.

Settled into the coffee den with caffeine shot and reading materials I began my hunt for design ideas for the months ahead.

No 1 was no surprise with its high gloss, air brushed look, its tittle tattle articles about the latest boy band and what they eat for breakfast. The confident use of words telling you what you MUST wear this season.

No 2 had articles on taxidermy, foraged terrariums and sweet making. So I went from IT girl to Country squires wife. I wondered how relevant this one was for me personally? I can think of some of my friends who would love to read this and give the sweet making and perhaps taxidermy a go…

No 3 I read from front to back, enjoying every article. There were no signs of a scratch card or other loose advertising material falling from it forcing me to scrabble around on the floor. The photography was captivating, believable and uncomplicated. I found the articles interesting and relatable.  Some very cool women talking about their careers as club owners, RAF medics, singers, song writers and personal trainers. I very rarely read all the articles in a magazine or newspaper, but this was an exception.

I flicked back to the cover to check its handle and noticed the no nonsense text in the corner which said “for the not-so-straight woman”

It just goes to show that in the search for some design revelation amongst the magazines this week, I was surprised how they told me something quite incisive about myself. That is, I am not-so-straight, I would also like to add that I am not-so-glossy or not-so-earth-mother.

Exactly what is a “terrarium” anyway?

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