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 the 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 a 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 will 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.
~ Jenny Joseph ~
That's the poem! Red Hat Society is, as my mom says, a fun-loving sorority of 50+ women. She says she isn't quite ready to join, but that she also can't wait to join, either. Younger people can join RHS Chapters as Pink Hats. The groups get together to do fun things like go to teahouses, restaurants, and other outings to celebrate being themselves and have some fun.
Seems like a great thing to me... I love to see people having fun!
Ashley
