Helen Crawford

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I'm @helenrcrawford, but you can call me Helen. I look after the writers at Tearfund and am a big fan of all things well-written. Expect to read about journeys, illustrators, food and bikes.

August 7, 2014 at 9:59pm
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Working On My Novel. Novel. 

Ohhhhhh yeah. 

July 5, 2014 at 8:19pm
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Nose practise.

Nose practise.

June 29, 2014 at 10:50pm
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Herb Lubalin, pages from UC & lc, 1978. The complete magazine: Source

I love this.

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Token of the Lakes: a slab of Kendal Mint Cake.

Token of the Lakes: a slab of Kendal Mint Cake.

June 26, 2014 at 10:47pm
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Jane Austen’s novels maintain a universally enduring appeal right up to this day and are loved both in print and as film and TV adaptations.

The aim for this updated set was to create a desirable look that would convey a modern and brave take on Austen’s traditional tales of love, family and status within society.

The illustrator of the series Leanne Shapton had this to say about her style:

"The nice thing about patterns is that they can evoke a certain mood or tone, but also be neutral. I loved creating a consistent handwritten label style for the six books and then thinking of which patterns might obliquely suit the titles. I think the patterns we chose quietly compliment and correspond to the stories. My favorite is Mansfield Park."

The full set comprising of Emma, Mansfield Park, Northanger Abbey, Persuasion, Pride and Prejudice and Sense and Sensibility are published this week.

I’ve always loved Vintage book jackets.

These are LUSH

June 24, 2014 at 9:22pm
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Today’s walk took us around the beautiful Tarn Hows.

Today’s walk took us around the beautiful Tarn Hows.

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The best thing about this holiday has got to be how close we are to Beatrix Potter’s old place, Hill Top Farm. Though we’re saving our trip there for a rainy day, today we popped into The Beatrix Potter Gallery in nearby Hawkshead, a National Trust owned gallery in the former solicitor’s office of B’s husband, Willie.

The gallery is full of sketches, paintings and random artefacts of Beatrix’s, and seeing her works in the flesh was pretty impressive. She had a remarkable eye for action and movement and somehow manages to capture the characteristic of both the animal she’s illustrating and the human capabilities she’s giving them, without compromising either. Hats off to this pre-Adobe Creative Suite creator. Beatrix Potter got skills.

It turns out Beatrix Potter went on a lot of family holidays. The exhibition at gallery focuses on that this year, and looks at how these holidays influenced her work. A pretty cool thing to consider while I’m on holiday with my folks…

June 21, 2014 at 8:00pm
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It begins! Seven days in the Lake District with Ma and Pa.

June 2, 2014 at 2:41pm
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It was a wonderful experience — wonderful in an odd sense, in that I always felt there were three steps in writing:

The first step, which is the anticipation of writing — wonderful, because there you are with an abstract idea, and you’re quite sure that you can do it, and it’s going to be quite wonderful, and you can visualize all the wonderful sales, the interviews, the reviews; you start to write your Nobel acceptance speech. And so that’s great, because there’s nothing real there, in the anticipation of writing.

Number three is the other end of that, having finished — and that’s a wonderful feeling, because number two is an agony all the way.

— Happy 85th birthday, Norton Juster! The beloved author on writing The Phantom Tollbooth.  (via explore-blog)

May 29, 2014 at 1:33pm
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Ode To Hillside

I spent 2.5 years living with a super family. This poem was my belated parting gift to them: an ode to their house, Hillside. In praise of the Williamsons…

Ode To Hillside

O Hillside,

So wooden and so white,

life flows from beneath your beams,
Sunlight seeps in,
through large glass sheets.
You feel like home to all whose feet
wind their way through,
leaving their shoes -
though not more than two
pairs - at the door.

O Hillside,
Your oak is home to a thousand thoughts;
In you ideas thrive, run wild,
inspiring recipes and designs.
You are a place where arts and science meet,
Not just in books and theses,
but in real life:
in things well-made, well-displayed;
in good music, well-played.

O Hillside,
So warm and so wild,
where conversations line the air
and fire roars from behind its black frame
before the seasons change
O Hillside! Who can resist you in those days
when Sunday lunches move out on to the
and Vaughan Williams fills the air,
causing your inhabitants to praise?

O Hillside -
under whose strong beams many are blessed:
You are a place where hospitality dwells,
extending long arms of love
in sherries before lunch;
blankets on legs for TV talent-shows,
and on the tongues of wanderers who call you
You are a place God has decided to set the
lonely in families;
you are a place God has come to rest.