I love Sundays. I love Sundays so much. I love sleeping in late, and hugging cups of tea to my chest for hours on end and curling up on my couch to read a book - currently the amazing Adam Gopnik's diary of his Parisian life, Paris to the Moon (I could not be more in love with this book, and if you love Paris and creative non fiction then buy it, read it, adore it now, and then email me so we can discuss it, because I've been boring all my friends by talking about it non stop and their faces glaze over and they nod non-commitedly as I gush over his casually brilliant turn of phrase) - and hovering in the kitchen behind my mum as she whisks up something wonderful from that pink kitchenaid of hers. I love that honeyed glaze that rests over everything on a Sunday. I love the way the light crosses through my window, broken by clotted-cream coloured shutters and then rejoined together on the wall in one gloopy, hazy mess. I love a year of Sundays. I even love the smell of Sunday - soap and water and freshly baked bread.
All that and I'm about to go to work! It's not fair. It's really not fair! I want to stay in this bed forever and never leave and not have to go and feign a smile and trudge through a desperate shift that ends at 7 o'clock (7! 7! 7 on a Sunday! That should be illegal). Whenever someone complains about something trivial I always put on a Jeremy Irons voice and say, "Life's not fair, is it? You see I, I shall never be King, and you will never see the light of another day..." But in this case, life really isn't fair. I mean it. Farewell Sunday! I knew thee well...
X
7 comments:
I just adore the way you write... You put perfectly how I feel about Sunday's!
xoxo Sarah
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I can relate all too well. Growing up, Sunday was my only full day off (I had dance classes on Saturday), and I would have a long, lazy breakfast with my parents. Now I always work on Sundays, and I just had to say farewell to my 4:30 finishing shift... to go back to something that finishes between 7:30 and 9. Nine. p.m. on a Sunday. Selling food to people who go on brunches, picnics, family dinners, and aperos with friends.
I love sleeping in on Sundays, and then doing quiet, solitary activities. It's my day to recharge and just have some time to myself. I love the images you've posted, especially that last one :)
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i love your vision of sundays. unfortunately i also have to go to work. 12.5 hours! this is not how sundays are supposed to go!
This is my perfect Sunday as well but it very rarely happens, the joys of working in retail! X
From your recommendation I have ordered Paris to the Moon online. I can't wait to read it!
Lucy xx
I can't wait to get my hands on a copy of that book now, it sounds delightful! Sundays are the absolute best, hope you had an amazing one. x
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