Guest Number One

Hopefully, you have all been excited to find out who I am planning to invite to my fantasy dinner party!  There will be some guests who I'm sure you'll think are pretty obvious, and some I hope you either may not know of or, like me, will want to find more about.  But let's start at the beginning and with one of the more obvious guests to dinner...

Marilyn Monroe

Given my penchant for vintage dressing, especially the style of the 50s, it should be no surprise that Marilyn would be a guest at my fantasy dinner.  That she would be my first guest is perhaps more of a surprise.  The thing is, I can't remember a time when I wasn't a fan of Norma Jean.  She has always been there.
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Marilyn, whose early life was full of heartbreak, and whose incredible life under a microscope ended at the same age I am now.  Just 36.  From a brown-haired girl-next-door married to her first husband at the tender age of 16 in order that she didn’t end up back in an orphanage, to the platinum blonde bombshell who couldn’t move without someone noticing or taking a picture of her.

Having spent a lot of my life reading countless books about her, watching her movies and many a biopic of her life, I have even more love for her.  She clearly suffered with mental health problems (not surprisingly given her unusual upbringing, childhood abuse and her mother being diagnosed as a paranoid schizophrenic), and addictions.  All she wanted was to love and be loved.  She desperately desired a child, but her beautiful curvaceous body, into which she pumped endless pills and alcohol, could not sustain a pregnancy.  She married three times in a desperate bid to find the love she desired, but none of her husbands could love her the way she wanted.  She needed the father she never had.

I would love to have Marilyn for dinner; I would love to just listen to her talk about her interests.  She was incredibly intelligent and I’m sure she was never able to really show that due to her persona as ‘the dumb blonde’.  I wish I could ask her how and why she died.  Did she commit suicide?  Was she murdered?  Or was it (as I believe) just an awful accident. 

​I would probably spend an inordinate amount of time simply staring at her because I think she was so incredibly beautiful which might freak her out somewhat, but I'm sure she would handle it with aplomb.  After all, she spent her life being stared at.

So, there you have it.  My first guest at my fantasy dinner party.  What do you think?  Would you have Marilyn for tea?

​Stay Hep, Cats