Tuesday, 16 April 2013
This isn't meant to be a post to prove that I practice what I preach ... but hey ... if it kills two blogging-birds with one post ... who am I to argue?!
I spent much of last week persuading you that joining in with a play-along blogging feature created by someone else makes for great, interesting, blogging ammunition. And then yesterday I joined in the UKScrappers blog-hop and here I am today, managing to join in Alexa's 'Simply A Moment' meme for the 4th month running.
Recording your own 'Moment', once a month, allows you to stop, pause and record something which could otherwise have disappeared into the ether. To learn more you can read Alexa's tips on how to record your own moments and visit her blog to read her latest. If you do join in there's a link box there for you to add your post.
And here's mine ...
Holding onto my smalls
Date: Monday 15th April 2013
Time: around 10:30am
Location: home + garden
I really need to peg that washing out now.
What exactly was the point of me setting the timer to have it all freshly washed for when I got up at 8am ... when I ended up not getting out of bed 'til 9 ... and then leaving the washing in a heap on the floor until now?
And, says my conscience, you've got two cards to make and two articles to plan out today remember?
Yes. I remember.
To avoid further delays and distractions I take the laptop upstairs, out of sight.
At the bottom of the stairs the laptop power cord slips and the plug strikes the huge radiator making a deep, resonant, gong-like sound that fills the stairwell ...
... and I wonder if I've just summoned the whole neighbourhood for lunch ...
OK, outside now. It's breezy.
Retractable washing line: out and hooked in place. Sun: feels warm.
I pretend not to notice the glowering grey clouds in the distance.
As usual I peg out in colour order. It's not an OCD thing. Not a compulsive disorder. Maybe a colour disorder?
That apricot jumper sitting pretty in the middle makes me happy! I love that colour. And it's softness.
It's so blustery. I'm struggling to get the pegs in place. And I hear in my head the phrase uttered by generations of women before me: it's a good drying day. Isn't it just?
I'm almost at the end of the line now. Literally. Not figuratively.
I debate about whether or not to pin my undies on to the remaining few inches of line. Should I?
It's certainly a good drying day but ... but it could easily turn into a 'oh my, my knickers have blown off the line and are now stuck in my neighbour's tree' day. And who wants that?
I decide against it. It's for the best.
I bend down, pick my pants up off the floor ... and head back inside.
Thanks for stopping for a moment to share mine. Don't forget to visit Alexa's to read more.
I'll be back tomorrow with Chapter 9 of Push-Up Bra Blogging ... and this time we'll be looking into some of the trickier sides to blogging ...
See you then then.
Posted by Julie Kirk at 14:01