She was the Paris Hilton of her day, lampooned for her vacuity, scorned for her useless celebrity. Vanna White. In the early ’80s, the fragrant and charming letter-turner on Wheel of Fortune was a critics’ piñata. She was everywhere, even – in spite of her whiter than whiteness – in Playboy (billed as “A Real Nice Layout of the Wheel of Fortune Queen”). In 1987 she launched her autobiography, Vanna Speaks, yet has been all but mute ever since, dutifully turning the letters for 25 years.
But she has not been idle. White has quietly spun a second career as an expert on Afghans – of the crocheted rather than the ethnic variety (though Vanna’s Afghans All Through the House conjures many exciting possibilities). And now to celebrate, presumably her longevity, she has launched, Vanna’s Choice, her own line of yarn. To me, it’s like something out of a fairy tale. I want Cirque Du Soleil to knit me a river.
– Fenton Bailey