sunday lunch

This is: Sunday lunch.

I shuddered when I read the topic for this week "Sunday lunch". You may have been expecting to see a nicely laid out table with an interesting selection of food... well, that's not exactly the case. I don't think I've ever had any special Sunday lunch tradition, either with my family or as a grown-up. Sundays are usually all about a bit of a sleep in and a late breakfast. Sunday is usually the day we'll have something fancy for breakfast, and when I say fancy I'm talking sunny-side-up eggs on toast, that's fancy for us, no hollandaise or benedict or anything. So we're never really hungry for lunch until the afternoon when we're likely to have a quick sandwich or something.

Yesterday, I'm not sure what came over me. I have a list of things I still need to finish making for other people, and was on my way to doing them when an urge to paint a canvas hit me. Now, I may only have this urge once a year, so I ran with it. I was so immersed in it that I didn't even realise the time for lunch had come and passed until Mr You brought a sandwich and glass of water to me.

To tell you the truth it felt kind of revitalising having a day doing something for myself. Not for someone else, or an activity with a goal, which is what I spend all my time doing, just doing something for the sake of doing it. I had no plan, no idea, and no goal. It was freeing in a way.

I'm still only half way through the painting. Hopefully the "urge" will stay with me long enough to finish it (but that doesn't always happen). And as for Sunday lunch, well, thanks to Mr You I have something to show, otherwise I may have forgotten about it altogether.