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I came across this great blog post about the film Julie & Julia.  And suddenly remembered I'd seen the film when it came out and forgot to blog about it.

Not growing up with Julia Child on my TV I had no partiularly strong feelings about her. Apart from spying an Orange Le Creuset casserole pot in the back of a scene and being very covetous. My 10 year old Le Creuset has a crack in it and chipped enamel. But I've priced replacements and they are way out of my league. Its a sign of middle age when one begins to lust after pots. Though these pots have a somewhat saucy past.

Back to Julie & Julia. I read Julie Powells' book and I really liked it - drowning in an appauling temp job she invents a crazy project to keep her going, give her  lfie some meaning and as a side product gets her passion back. As a refugee from many a ghastly temp job my sympathies are with Julie.  The lesson is to get something to be passionate about what ever that is. Passion adds spice and warmth and interest to life.