Simply A Moment [July]: The Clash of the Seasons

Hey you.

Goodness, it seems that after my self-imposed blogging break in June ... I now can't turn around without bumping into yet another post I really want to share with you. What with my 'Snippets of Words' series and my scavenger hunt photos my draft post dashboard is looking mightily populated lately.

But I really did want to make time to fit in my 7th monthly response to the 'Simply A Moment' meme [I'm proud I've kept it up all year so far!]. If you don't already know then Simply a Moment is hosted at Simply Alexa -  a mid-month marker which encourages us 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 if you do join in, there's a link box there for you to add your post.]

And now here's my July moment ...

The Clash of the Seasons

Date: Monday 15th July 2013
Time: 15:15 ish
Location: Home. Work room.

So warm.

The breeze through the open craft room window buckles the vintage curtains forcing them inwards.

I glance down at the large bulldog clip I'm using to pin the hem of the curtain to the storage box beneath the window. It's meant to prevent the curtain from flapping like a ship sail where the gusts it creates are incompatible with the amount of paper on my work desk.

The crystal hanging in the window spins and the jingly bells on a string ... jingle. Appropriately.

I return my gaze to the Christmas-craft-projects-in-the-making covering my entire desk ... and most of the floor.

I thought I'd have got more done by now. OK, don't panic. It's always hard to begin. Remember? Hard to break the ice. But the thaw always comes ... and the job gets finished. Every time.

I'm still debating over whether to make another cup of tea. Am I thirsty? Or just looking for an evasion strategy?

Another warm breeze brings with it the smell of food. It reminds me of Auntie Rosie's Yorkshire Puddings. I can see a tray full of them now, bronze, crispy, perfect and never too far away from the equally famous Auntie Rosie's gravy. Ahhh the scent of nostalgia ...

Through the gap between the half-drawn curtains an old man wearing sunglasses, and his equally aged dog, enter stage-right ... stroll across the scene... and exit stage left.

Slowly.

Behind me, through the radio on the floor, the host of the music quiz asks the contestant "Who composed the Christmas carol 'Tomorrow Shall Be My Dancing Day'?"

More Christmas. How funny. And naturally I'm now humming it.

I'm surrounded by 'the most wonderful time of the year' and yet I'm sitting here in shorts [can't remember the last time it was so warm that I had to wear them. And I'm just glad they still fit!].

I notice that the green of my t-shirt matches that of my cutting mat. But the blousy florals of my shorts, in shades of cerise, gold and purple share nothing in common with the wintry prints of the patterned paper and ribbons I'm working with.

OK, I give in. I get up to close the window. It's still hot, but too blowy and I can't focus.

My warm calves stick together as I uncross my shorts-clad legs as I settle myself in my chair ... and return to making Christmas cards ...

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So, there you have it, if my moment has made you want to read more, then do drop by Alexa's to catch-up with her latest and those of the other bloggers who've linked to their own.

See you tomorrow with some less festive crafting ...

Julie