A special redhead hanger for Mrs.J.
A sweet donkey from another old National Geographic.
And pictures of food everywhere in the studio. Speaking of food, last night I attended a cooking class with Tony Chiodo at the South Melbourne Market. It was so much fun that I later dreamt that I was an in-house food critic at Vue de Monde. (Yes indeed, dreams are strange things, as why would Vue de Monde or indeed any restaurant require an in-house food critic?!) When I woke up I quite seriously considered how I could get a job in the food industry, but I know that in real life I am not nearly as canny as I am in my sleep. Anyone need a dishwasher?
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