I travelled to Northern California this weekend to attend the memorial service of a Dear Friend's Mother. Her Mom had been part of a Red Hat Society. There were about 20 of these lovely ladies in attendance at the service. They brought with them this gorgeous flower arrangement that was filled with purple ribbons and red & purple roses.
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 . . .