- - with the lovely Sian at High in the Sky. The last one of the year Sian tells me - I have been very remiss in participating, being absent from blogworld a large part of this year - but as I am trying my very hardest to find some small pleasures as I fumble my way through this December I think a short story will not go amiss, and I can always add it to my December Days album, can't I? - shall we step back in time?
22nd November 19- - the night was very cold - in the hearth the fire glows warmly and flames lick the back of the chimney. The two little girls knelt on the hearthrug - eyes lit like candles in anticipation. Neither of them was quite sure what mummy had in mind - but the air of expectation was dancing round the room so powerfully you could almost see it. On top of the sewing table at the side of mummy's chair is a tray with an old tea towel covering it's contents and a newspaper.
"Let's see what we have shall we? " smiled the young woman at the two excited little girls and she lifting the cloth to reveal an old tarnished mirror, a
roll of cotton wool, silver glass glitter in a small tube, a tube of
Bostik, and a small collection of Christmas cake decorations - a small Plaster of Paris snowman, a pair of skaters, few sprigs of holly - (plastic of
course), a Santa, 3 or 4 miniature Christmas Trees, a tiny plaster cottage, a small "Rudolph" and a miniature sleigh.
"Ooooh - mummy!" said the older child - "we can make a snowy scene!"
And so they did - much fun was had making that pond for the skaters, surrounded by a cotton wool snow lanscape - whilst the glitter got EVERYWHERE!!! It would have been so much less mess with the glitter glue available today - but nowhere near as much fun!!
Thanks for stopping by
'til later
Bannaghtyn J xx
A wordsmith - dreaming & wandering along the highways & byways off the thoroughfare called Memory Lane. Sometimes stopping to take in the natural beauty surrounding me - making "stuff", taking inspiration from others, visiting friends near & far and trying to come to terms with the greatest loss I have ever experienced.
as always your words bring the story to life xx
ReplyDeleteThis has taken me straight back to my childhood and I can really visualise those decorations that made the imaginary scene. Old fashioned glitter certainly did make a mess didn't it?
ReplyDeleteBeautifully told - I was full of excitement to know what was under the tea-towel myself!
ReplyDeleteWhat a pleasure it is to have you with us today :) there is a bit of fumbling through December going on with us too, and I'm cheered very much by the thought that joining in today has given you a smile too :) Thank you! It's a simply lovely story which definitely deserved to be told and I know everyone will enjoy it as much as I have.
ReplyDeleteFumbling through December appears to be popular at the moment. Loved the imagery here and clever Mummy to know that hiding things under a tea towel adds magic.
ReplyDeleteStill don't like glitter...
A wonderfully evocative piece of writing - a lovely story x
ReplyDeleteThat's a great story! :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful memory & so well told!
ReplyDeleteA lovely story and yes I was excited to know what was under the tea towel. What a lovely way to spend the afternoon.
ReplyDeleteYour creativity was definitely nourished. I loved the anticipation of what was underneath and the litany of what was there.
ReplyDeleteOhh, how exciting to find all that stuff under a tea towel. Magic! Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully told Jennie :) A lovely show of a mother's love and creativity
ReplyDeleteOh a lovely story, so charmingly told. You had me filled with anticipation as well.
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