next stop, Julia Roberts' closet

in my last post i said i'd be back to write about a few things. one of those things was house sitting for Julia Roberts. before i get into that i just want to do a little shout out to the wondrous and delicious baking skills of my loverly Mum.

she's recently taken up a new hobby, that of cookie decorating. fabulous, gorgeous, splendiferous, iced biscuits that haunt my sweet tooth. so far i have only seen two of her creations, the above "etoile de mer" and the 2 dozen wedding cakes she made for my cousins shower last weekend. it was hard but i saved my cookies so i could photograph them, i think i rushed through the "shoot" due to the tempting looks they were giving me. they have found a new home now, on my hips. i set up a flickr site for my Mum so she could share her creations (and hopefully get a little biz later on). the wedding cake cookie is there too, check it out (and don't be afraid to comment, she'll love it!)

ok, Julia time. i toyed with making it sound completely legit then doing the old "it was all just a dream" thing but you know what? that's way overdone. so, my DREAM about being Julia Robert's house sitter.

It's bizarre really because i'm not a huge fan, i haven't seen a movie of hers in ages, yet she popped into my subconscious and asked me to watch her house for a while (the nerve of some people). the odd thing was, she was still there, wasn't on vacation or anything. anyways, one day i met a reporter whom Julia told me to avoid but rather than ignore him, i fell in love with him. i would invite him over to her house when she was out and we would wander the vast corridors of her mansion. he clearly knew the house well and told me of a secret room that only Julia and he knew of. for days i begged him to show me this room and he finally gave in. he took me to this narrow door at the back of her house and opened it slowly to reveal nothing but black, solid darkness. we walked inside yet he turned no lights on, he told me to be patient. it felt like we stood there in blindness for hours until all of a sudden a flickering haze of red light bled out of a corner. the haze grew bigger and brighter and changed from red to white. within seconds a full sized double decker bus appeared full of jovial people of all sorts, waving ribbons and throwing confetti. people were cheering and singing, dancing and twirling. there were bright bold skirts made of crinoline, top hats and red velvet waistcoats. rosy cheeks and feathers in hair, accordions and fiddles. colourful people on an otherworldly adventure. and all of this was tucked away in Julia Roberts' house. celebrities get everything.

i love when my dreams do that, go completely wild and unexplainable. what goes on in my head when i'm comatose blows me away. so much cheaper than going to see a movie.