“I’m Eloise. I’m Six.”
May 11th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
The Biggest Baddest Six Year Old In The Big Apple came rattling down the hallway of my memory tonight, sticks in hand, when I dramatically read aloud this classic story to two unsuspecting youths. I nearly jumped for joy over the zany illustrations, make-you-lose-your-breath stream of consciousness and overall hilarity of the sassy rebel imp that terrorizes the Plaza Hotel. I finally lost my composure half way through and had to pause while I wiped tears of laughter from my face.
Eloise (or her maker Kay Thompson at least!) was a lady far ahead of her time and there is much to be learned from her character. An homage to the child in all of us and a LOUD shout out to feminine independence, self-confidence, sass, and style. Style indeed, as Thompson was a renegade fashionista herself and it is said that “her favorite costume was a prison uniform with four yards of red scarf wrapped around her neck. Sometimes she stopped traffic on Fifth Avenue wearing bones and turkey feathers. She rarely went out, but worked out at home with two one-pound dumbbells colored ‘hot titty pink.’”
HOT TITTY PINK!
Reading Eloise again after so much time was like finding my best friend from second grade on Facebook, but much much better. So, you may ask, what does this urban urchin have to do with fashion or anything else for that matter? For shame! Just look at her! The straight yet unkempt hair, the devil-may-care fringe, the HAIR BOW?! (which Lady Gaga may have been inspired by) her sunglasses, her knee highs and her Designer Dog, Weenie. I think that sums it up right there. All hail Eloise! And may we all live by her words: “Getting bored is not allowed.”
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