When I am an old woman I shall wear purple

 I have always loved this poem:

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.



Jenny Joseph



Anyway, the point behind showing you the poem is, that I love purple, in most shades, I wear it, I use it in crafting, it's in my bedroom and bathroom, and it makes me feel happy.

Recently, Terry and I went to a charity Ball in the village where we live, in aid of SADS; sudden adult death syndrome. The people we bought our house from sadly lost their nephew a few years ago to the syndrome. He was 15, and he would be the same age as Megan, my oldest now, who is 20. So it brings it home to us in a very real way. We all dress up in our finery, and traipse off to a barn in the village once a year to raise money for  charity. It is a happy affair, with lots of laughter, and the family of Joe, remember him with love.I bought a new dress, shoes etc for the occasion in my favourite colour, and made a necklace to match, and thought that I'd show you some pictures. I'm not able to show you anything on the crafting front today, as I've been working on secret DT business lately.

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My shoes were so lovely, and I will wear them with trousers through the winter, they are worthy of a scrapbook page of their own!




Terry is out of hospital now, and learning how to slow down thankfully, but he gave us a scare. He has to have some more tests, but he is showing symptoms of angina related to stress. I would like to thank you for your good wishes. Hopefully now we can keep an eye on him and make sure that he doesn't overdo things

I'll be back tomorrow for WOYWW, and maybe a crafty snippet or two, thanks for looking, Judith xx