More than 25 years ago, a friend introduced me to a poem called "Warning" by Jenny Jones. She knew that purple was my favorite color but also noticed that I never wore it, settling mostly for navy blues, charcoal grays, and black. Nothing too daring or outrageous. lol
The message of the poem changed my entire life!
With a red hat which doesn’t suit.
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.
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go,
Or only bread and pickles for a week,
And hoard pens and pencils, and beermats, and things in boxes.
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.
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.