Monday, February 23, 2009
The stuff dreams are made of
by Clare Langley-Hawthorne
I'm typing this as I watch the Oscars (one of my guilty pleasures) and, as always, I spend most of my time as a sofa-fashionista criticizing the gowns without much thought for the movies. Of course with twin 4 year olds I haven't seen any of the movies anyway - except for Wall-E (multiple times)...More importantly though, I love how the Oscars always make me believe, at least for one night, that dreams are possible...so I dedicate this blog post to those absolutely ridiculous unattainable dreams that keep us all going. In the spirit of the Oscars I have created my own mock awards and I hope you will make me feel less of a loser and add your own nominations and your own crazy dreams.
Best actor in a dream: My husband still wonders where the hell the fictitious Lord Wrotham came from and I have to confess I do (pathetically) cast my own books as movies...so here's to Jeremy Northam, Richard Armitage and Colin Firth - if you were all rolled into one and cast in my movie then two of my dreams would come true (to have my books on screen and to have the best, most repressed, hero ever)
Best supporting dream: To be on the cover of Vanity Fair - Hell to be on any page of Vanity Fair...
Best original dreamplay: Act 1: Scene 1: Author opens the Sunday edition of the New York Times and pulls out the book review to the bestseller list. Camera pans to mass pandemonium in the streets.
Best animated dream: To see the Earth from space. This is the reason I push my boys to be obsessed with space travel - and why we have seen Wall-E hundreds of times...(Yay for that Oscar!)
So what are your most outlandish dreams? Go on dress them up in Armani or Valentino and share them with the blog world...or at least with me:)