Kate Middleton's got to pick a tiara to wear to her wedding. Fortunately, she doesn't have to drive-thru Brides 'R Us to pick up some sparkly headgear because William's granny has got the keys to the crown jewels. But what will she choose? Will QEII give her some finery? It's fun just to speculate as the Wedding day gets closer. And while you're waiting you can get to know the Middletons a little better.
We're now within three weeks of the Royal Wedding. Can. Hardly. Wait! And finally the magazines are putting out the stories that I've been wanting to read ever since Wills & Kate announced the wedding. And I hope that for weeks after the wedding, there will be books and magazines devoted to what she wore, where she wore it and what's she doing now. When Diana got married, we didn't have the Internet and I had to wait for weeks for People magazine to publish a few photos here and there. Or I had to go to the bookstore where they had an extensive magazine rack in order to look over the photos in two-week old British magazines and newspapers. You can read about how Catherine Elizabeth (good middle name) Middleton is going to single-handedly save the Monarchy in Newsweek. And see photos from her childhood on Huffington Post.com. What I really want is an article about her hats...let me know if you find it first.
A nice Sunday kind of story... Maria the goose and the rest of the Echo Park flock have been relocated to the LA Zoo. She now gets weekly visitations from her best friend, Bob. There's something else new about Maria too. You'll have to read the story at the end of the link to find out the rest.
I've been struggling with the blues. I mean the serious blues. The lowdown, ain't no cure for it in sight, blues. I saw a video on TMZ.com a few weeks ago of Eric Clapton at a laundromat in Los Angeles. When the paparazzi called him out, he didn't say a word. He just stared. He looked so incredibly shocked and horrified that he'd been found. In a dirty little laundromat. In somewhere not-so-nice in Los Angeles. Alone. Folding his jeans, t-shirts and dainties. And I thought to myself, I've never seen a guy who sings the blues look so sad. It just wasn't right. The man's rock n' roll royalty and he's doing his dirty laundry in public. Literally. There has to be something seriously wrong...And so to shake myself out of my mood of doom and gloom I've employed several methods. One was to watch the video above. I mean, have you ever? The other is to surf some film websites for info about what's in production that might bring a smile to my face. I found this tasty little morsel about Jen Garner playing the young spinster version of my beloved Miss Marple. I'm feeling just a little better. Except now I'm wishing Emma Thompson was playing young-ish Miss Marple, and Jen Garner was playing an older Nancy Drew instead. Am I asking too much? Thought so.
Legendary actress Elizabeth Taylor died this morning. She was a favorite of mine. She was gorgeous and talented -- winning an Academy Award twice in her long career. I also liked the fact that she used her fame for good -- to raise money for AIDS research. I think that's something that's gone out of style. Vanity Fair posted a gogeous photo gallery of Liz in Persia. And you'll want to read how Richard Burton described his first glimpse of her. Oh, to be described as such.
