This was the blog of an Eloise wannabe and her 2 roustabout kitties as they work on a book deal in the City of Lights, giggling all the way. Now it's the blog of an Eloise wannabe planning her next escape (California, Canadia?) with 2 other kitties--still working, still giggling.
The first celebrity magazine I ever got was because of Paul Newman. I don't know how old I was--9, 10?--but Mum had taken us to see The Towering Inferno. I walked out of the movies with a firm crush on Newman and so Mum bought me the magazine. I remember reading it at the beach house that summer and--like so many other females--drowning in those blue eyes.
I later switched allegiances to the Redford camp, not that I think Paul would have cared. By that time he was already deep into philanthropy. Oh, and yeah, he'd been married to Ms. Woodward for too many years to count. But his acting and his compassionate works continued to make a big impact on me--especially his ranch dressing, which I firmly believe is the best in the world, not to mention Newman's Own Almond Biscotti coffee. Now there's philanthropy at its best: money goes to a wonderful cause, we get to eat scrummy food, and enjoy a little giggle along the way, courtesy of the vignettes on the packaging.
A fine actor and an even finer person. Thanks, Mr. Newman, for making the world a better place.
