But as I got dressed today that is the word that popped into my head.
See, I have not exactly embraced the turning-50-and-becoming-a-grandmother phase of life. While I may only feel 35, the calendar - and my aching joints - keep reminding me that is not the case.
So I decided this spring to embrace the poem, When I Grow Old, I Shall Wear Purple. Not embrace it as in become a member of the garish red-hat society, but rather, I really like the last lines as they are paired with the first
|When I am an old woman I shall wear purple|
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
....But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
Yesterday I decided to treat myself to a trip to Charming Charlies in celebration of another completed school year. By adding all these purple shirts to my wardrobe, I decided that I wanted a purple watch to match. I found one (and a ring and a bracelet). So today when I got dressed I put on my purple T - my purple watch - my purple ring - and my purple bracelet.
And when I finished I felt like a teenage girl again. So free, frivolous, and well....whimsical.
Yes, I am not yet old, but I shall wear purple and embrace this new phase of life.