Jenny Joseph's famous poem called "Warning - When I Am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple"... I'm sure you've heard it or heard of it.
If we're fortunate to attain an age that allows us to draw social security (or qualify for the senior discount at our favorite store) it's time to stop allowing others to dictate style to us. Some love shoes, I love coats. I'm almost six feet tall and never blend in anywhere. Most certainly, not in purple. I love to spin yarn and recently decided to start knitting with it. I made some fingerless mitts and a cowl to keep my neck warm. They're luscious browns and gold with sparkle and go nicely with my purple coat. They should be just right for my red coat, too.
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me. And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter. I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells And run my stick along the public railings And make up for the sobriety of my youth. I shall go out in my slippers in the rain And pick flowers in other people’s gardens And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat And eat three pounds of sausages at a go Or only bread and pickle for a week And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry And pay our rent and not swear in the street And set a good example for the children. We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now? So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.