By NellieD

A new name

My crochet/knit group had its last meetup of the year today. A much smaller group than normal since it's so close to Christmas but a really nice change. I say a smaller group but there was still 29 in the room!

I've decided I need a new name for the group, something a bit snappier and less of a mouthful. The search is on!

Was at a 60th birthday party tonight. It was one of the volunteers at the food bank and it was so lovely to be invited. The theme was a hint of purple but I'm afraid I went full on purple. It is my favourite colour after all!

Poem for today:
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 practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
-  Warning by Jenny Joseph

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