For those of you joining SoCS for the first time, it’s a little different than the other prompts in that it’s not always a whole or single word. If you’re joining in from JusJoJan, don’t want to write stream of consciousness style, no worries. It’s up to you! If you do want to try it, please check out the rules on LindaGHill’s page .It’s fun! Here’s your Saturday prompt:
Your prompt for #JusJoJan and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “a rainy day.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the phrase “a rainy day.” Enjoy!
A rainy day in London.
A rainy day keeping an eye on the weather. Two friends spending a day together In their home city. They came by train They have umbrellas incase of rain.
Heavy grey laden clouds hang above The roofs opposite, threatening. White swans glide a pair for life Light fades rain threatening Where can we shelter Lights from cafes Glisten in Dappled Thames.
Welcome back to Throwback Thursday. Maggie and Lauren’s brainchild. This week Maggie has chosen the promt she wants us to explore how we developed our personal sense of style.
I was the last of a large family and so all my clothes until I was at least ten were all hand me downs! My next sister Frankie was and is an amazing needlewoman, start to make me clothes about then. School was less of a problem because there were very strict rules about uniform. Juniors wore blue summer dresses , white socks and brown sandels. Winter, white blouse, gymslip brown knee length socks and brown lace up shoes. Senior school we wore white blouse, school tie and in winter a jumper. All skirts had to be on the knee and the nuns often measured them and woe betide anyone who’s skirt came up short!
photo from Facebook page of my old school.
The above photo shows the uniforms worn in our school. I don’t have any photos of me at school so I am not in this one.
Oh! I have found one of my first communion…we all had to dress in whit wear a viel and white shoes. I am the second from the left in the front row with my hand to my mouth giggling ☺️… probably got told off for that .
First communion not really fashion but it was what we had to wear!
Back in the day, when I was a teen Pyscodelia was the scene Mini dresses in patterns bold In black and white not green or gold. It made no difference if skies were grey Black and white coloured my day. Not for me those paisley prints Nor huge glasses with outrageous tints. No I was a Twiggy girl Black white my patterns swirl. So before my memories fade to grey I’ll witter on about back in the day.
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I started work at 15yrs and trained to be a window dresser, in the boutiques I started in I had discount on anything I bought and I loved my Middie coats that were Maxi on me ( luckily both in fashion) hotpants, long and short dresses flares and straight trousers you name it I tried it! My beautiful and clever sister Frances made my wedding dress! As I stepped out of the wedding car Dad stepped on my train and the zip was pulled…. Frankie needle and cotton always to hand sewed me up before we went into the church 🙂
When I was married first with young children I wore trousers and tops and as often as possible no shoes!
I have had long hair, short spiky hair, medium, straight, curly, all colours even two colours! Nowadays I settle for red hair out of a bottle I have to admit! Nice nails and comfortable clothes.
I have decided to write three Haiku, using the three forms I know, 5/7/5, 3/5/3 and 3/2/3.
I suffer from Raynaud’s disease it was undiganosed as a child so winter is full of cold memories. I also took the music of Tori Amos as an inspiration.
I missed last week’s due to my eyes but it’s not going away over night so I am pushing forward in to this new year happy to be in such great company.
in early winter the earth stands frozen in time hibernation’s key.
Hello! Linda is here with our daily prompt. It’s January 10th, so this is the 10th prompt for Just Jot it January 2022, and it’s brought to us by Ritu. Thanks, Ritu! Please be sure to visit her blog to read her post and say hello. And follow her while you’re there, if you’re not already.
Your prompt for JusJoJan January 10th, 2022, is “chocolate.” Use the word “chocolate” any way you’d like. Have fun!
Chocolate Acrostic Poem
Cosily sip from favourite cup Hot chocolate warms the cockles Of your heart and toes and fingers Comfy, luxuriate Open fire gives out Lots of safe heat All aglow To rest Easy.
Welcome back to the daily prompt! It’s January 9th, so this is the 9th prompt for Just Jot it January 2022, and it’s brought to us by Astrid. Thank you, Astrid! Please be sure to visit her blog to read her post and say hello. And follow her while you’re there, if you’re not already.
Your prompt for JusJoJan January 9th, 2022, is “unicorn.” Use the word “unicorn” any way you’d like. Enjoy!
Back in 2018 in the days when we could travel, and mix socially we had a holiday. (Do you remember those?) We went to Mexico and there was a German family there they were a two generation family and everyday they brought their beautiful unicorn 🦄 to the pool. Each evening he could be seen sitting in their jacuzzi!
Amid the palm trees and the pool bar There was a unicorn,legend and star. He made it to the pool each day. There he spends his holiday. He was such a sight to see Back in the days when we were free.
Hey there! I’m back with your daily prompt. It’s January 7th, so this is the 7th prompt for Just Jot it January 2022, and it’s brought to us by Liz. Thanks, Liz! Please be sure to visit her blog to read her post and say hello. And follow her while you’re there, if you’re not already.
Your prompt for JusJoJan January 7th, 2022, is “tempest.” Use the word “tempest” any way you’d like. Enjoy!
Photo from Pixabay
The Tempest.
The tempest rants and raves It boils and froths huge waves The ragged ship is tossed and thrown. All dead the crew except he who stands alone Tied to the wheel to steer this vessel Below a single coffin on a tressle. The morning breaks the tempest will quell The cargo intact, a product of the gates of hell . The ship finally makes port The cargo onto land is brought…..
Books are really my true delight An escape from the stress of life. Where my imaginations rife A door from which my mind takes flight A fantasy or mortal plight. Give me a book and I will read Of life and love, of hate and greed. Of space ships and a planet cursed Lieing villains doing their worst Oh yes give me a book I plead
It’s January 4th, so this is the 4th prompt for Just Jot it January 2022, and it’s brought to us by Sadje. Thank you so much, Sadje! Please be sure to visit her blog to read her post and say hello. And follow her while you’re there, if you’re not already.
Your prompt for JusJoJan January 4th, 2020, is “generosity.” Use the word “generosity” any way you’d like. Have fun!
Generosity
Two of the most generous spirits on wordpress died last year. Sue Vincent and Mary Smith were both full of generosity. They both gave freely of their time and their knowledge. I was so grateful to have known both of them and met them at blogger’s bashes and on weekend workshops. I am grateful for what they taught me and what they shared.
A poem 💜
Generosity of the heart is the best gift It wraps you up warmly and gives you a lift. To give of your time often is worth more than money. Kindness can stop rain and make dull days sunny. To give your knowledge with good grace To help selflessly then leave without trace.
My sister was very generous with her knowledge she was a fashion designer and shared all the gems she had garnered over the years with her trainees even though she was told. “Keep some knowledge back or someday the young ones won’t need you” She never listened and many of the people she helped are still intouch with her
I try to practice generosity of the heart and soul I really hope that I succeed. I want to learn help . I have some great examples to follow .
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