An interesting obituary of a great sounding old dame, from yesterday's Guardian. 'Mimi Weddell disproved F Scott Fitzgerald's belief that there are no second acts in American lives. From the age of 65 until her death at 94, she at last earned her living the way she had always wanted – as a model with a neat sideline in movie bit parts, listed among New York magazine's 50 most beautiful Manhattanites and the subject of a documentary. Mimi had put in the hard work, and kept up the effort, swinging on the rings at the gym through her 80s even as her spine curved and she shrank six inches in height, willing to the end to stand the whole day at an open audition for a job.
In so far as anybody can pin down the facts of her youth and middle age, she had come (as the unglam Marion Rogers) from Williston in North Dakota, via a not-to-be-mentioned first marriage and divorce in Boston, to New York in 1941. What she had wanted since the age of 16 was to put her foot on the bar of the Hotel Astor, to drink Brandy Alexanders on the St Regis hotel roof garden, to admire hats in Peacock Alley in the Waldorf Astoria.'
Read the rest here.
[Via The Thoughtful Dresser.]