Falling in love with fictional characters.
When do you know you’ve crossed the line?
I suppose it could be when you sit by the phone and wait for Linda Fairstein’s Mike Chapman to actually call.
Or, I suppose it might be when you start pretending to be the character you admire (that's probably a good time to seek professional counseling, I would guess).
But it’s okay when you’re little, right? I mean, we all played “Let’s Pretend” when we were little.
right . . .? (you know, I really didn't mean for this post to follow along the same theme as my last one about being such an odd little child . . . . )
Assuming everyone reading this is nodding their head yes, I’m going to tell you who I pretended to be.
Oh laws, but I loved Eloise.
I’m not sure too many book beginnings caught my attention in quite the way this one did.
"I am Eloise. I am six. I am a city child. I live at the Plaza."
I kinda had a head start on my whims to be Eloise because I had the ability to push my imagination into overdrive.
But still - - -
Eloise and I do share a few things.
See what you think.
First of all, we were both born in 1948. While it's true that the first Eloise book was published in 1955, legend has it that Kay Thompson invented Eloise to entertain friends and co-workers. She didn't know what she looked like, however, until Hilary Knight drew a sketch and sent it to her, and she supposedly told him she recognized the little girl immediately.
And so began the partnership that brought us Kay Thompson's Eloise: A book for precocious grownups published on November 28, 1955 by Simon and Schuster (just missing my birthday, which is November 26).
Let's take a look at some of the startling similarities between me and Eloise -
* Eloise lived in the oh so posh Plaza Hotel in New York City.
* I lived in an old apartment building in downtown Cambridge, MD.
*There were expensive restaurants offering fine dining in the hotel lobby, including room service.
*There was a soda fountain in the drug store in my apartment building lobby. If we had ever called Mr. Collins requesting room service he would have laughed himself silly, and we would have been the talk of Cambridge.
*There were ritzy boutique dress shops in the hotel lobby.
*The city gas company and an insurance office were in my apartment lobby.
And one children’s clothing shop.
And a jewelry store.
I don’t remember much about the clothing shop, truth be told, but I sure do remember the jewelry store. It was owned by my buddy, Mr. Henry DeVoe. Mr. DeVoe would sometimes let me hang out with him if my dad was working and my mom had to run to the grocery store. And he let me open my very first charge account. I’ve been a little bit in love with jewelry ever since.
*There was an exclusive hair salon in the hotel lobby.
*Cecelia’s Beauty Parlor was in my apartment lobby. I would march into Cecelia’s and carry on conversations with the ladies getting their hair done on a regular basis. Leaning over them while they were having a shampoo. Knock-knocking on the hair dryers to say "Hey!" and pass the time of day. And told everyone I was going to be coming to work there as Miss Cecelia’s manicure girl when I grew up. I don't recall running this plan by Miss Cecelia, however.
*The lobby of the Plaza Hotel was sumptuous and elegant with thick carpeting and beautifully decorated conversation areas.
*The lobby of my apartment building was not.
But it did have a movie theater! With an elegant (I thought) ticket office, and a gentleman who stood outside the theater doors collecting tickets.
I spent a lot of time chatting with them too.
*I did not have a Nanny who liked to watch the fights and drink pilsner.
*My dad liked to watch football and drink beer though.
So see – my life growing up wasn’t so different from Eloise.
Well, I didn’t have a dog named Weenie who looked like a cat, nor did I have a turtle named Skipperdee who ate raisins and wore sneakers, but I did have a turtle. Several, as I remember. I never was sure what happened to one turtle before my mom would take me to Woolworth’s to the turtle tank to get a new one. They were all named Sweetie Pie. As was my parakeet. As were the chickens we had living under the stove for a short while (that's another story for another day, however).
So, maybe there really weren't that many ways in which Eloise and I were alike. Other than being a bit free-spirited and presumptious in our misguided imaginations that everyone thought we were adorable.
So, yes, Eloise has been to Paris, and I haven't.
And, she's been to Moscow. I have not.
But! She apparently liked Christmas a lot. Well - me, too!
And, she took bawths. Me, too!
Well, actually, I don't recall ever saying I was taking a bawth, but I did and still do love a bubble bath.
And she was in a dance recital or two, I think. Guess What!
I loved her when I was a kid and I still love her today.
And I'm not the only one.
Eloise has a lot of fans. A lot of them still stop by The Plaza to see her portrait which was painted by Hilary Knight. The original portrait disappeared after a party. A fraternity party - - or so the story goes. Sometime after that happened, supposedly, Princess Grace visited the hotel with her children and was sad to learn the portrait was gone, which moved Mr. Knight to paint a new one.
The Plaza threw an anniversary party when Eloise turned 40. Simon and Schuster published a special anniversary edition of the book.
And The Plaza continues keeping Eloise alive today. This from their webpage - http://www.theplaza.com/shops/eloise-at-the-plaza/ "Guests who skibble in may relax in the stylish living room, and plan their (mis)adventures with the concierge, just like a certain young lady. In the Fashion Room there is absolutely nothing but costumes for dress up, so mini-Eloises can model their favorite looks from the podium. Sklonking off to the Library Room, guests may enjoy “park views” and watch their favorite Eloise movie clips, play on the computer stations or enjoy story time with their mostly companion. Of course, fans can’t leave without a visit to the Tea Room where family and friends can come together for tea and birthday parties and other celebrations. A visit to the Beauty Salon rounds out a day of living like Eloise, and in Summer 2010, tea and birthday parties, beauty salon service and etiquette classes will be available too, thank you very much."
My invitation to the ball was lost in the mail, I think.
And - the chances of ever actually spending the night in the Eloise suite? Pffttt - Let's say that's a definite slim to none.
But, one of these days - ONE of these days - I plan to at least peek into the Eloise Suite and visit the Eloise Shop in The Plaza. Maybe buy one of those postcards even. I haven't been to New York in years and years and years, and I'm wanting a trip back pretty badly, truth be told. I want to be the complete tourist. I want to wear my most comfy clothes, shoes and a hat. I want to see the most touristy things NYC has to offer - camera in hand. I want to sing on the ferry to Staten Island, go to the top of the Empire State Building, gawk at diners at The Russian Tea Room, have my picture taken with the Eloise portrait, see a Broadway play, go to The Cloisters, prowl around The Dakota (can you do that?), I want a day at MoMA, a Bronx tour, a Brooklyn tour, a sail around Manhattan, a Coney Island tour, a Food on Foot tour. sigh. Well, some of those things anyway . . . . and when I meet people I will introduce myself as Eloise.
In the meantime, I've got my own little Eloise right here in Boone with me. She is much loved.
She sits on the bookcase in our bedroom and keeps an eye on us while we're sleeping. Me, Donald and Harley. Donald does swear though that she gets into mischief during the night and sometimes wakes him up. I believe that. Sometimes when I hear Harley grumbling during the night I feel sure it's because Eloise is up to no good.
There are people who touch our lives. Sadly, we're not often given an opportunity to let them know how they enriched our lives. Kay Thompson died in Manhattan on July 7, 1998. She was either 92 or 95. When she takes a break from all the entertaining I feel sure she's doing up there in heaven (she was a singer, a dancer, a choreographer and a comedienne in addition to writing the Eloise books), l hope she checks in with The Reds. I'd like to say "Thank you, Ms. Thompson for giving me Eloise."
Otherwise, I would never know that -
"An egg cup makes a very good hat"
And for those of you who also love all things Eloise, here are some fun sites:
Now - Your Turn! Who was your favorite fictional character when you were little? Did you ever actually pretend to be that character? Or did they come to your house and play? (in your imagination, of course . . . . ) And do you still love that character today?
Thanks for stopping by!
p.s. Has anyone here ever visited the Eloise Suite at The Plaza?