21.10.10

| Everyday People | Warning!


One particular day, I perched myself at particular bus stop in Dalston and I lost myself in that frivolous activity that is "people watching".

A particular old lady walked passed me. She had what looked like a G&T with a slice of lemon in one hand and bags of shopping dangling off her arms. She wore bight orange lipstick and her hair was done in waves and curls.

Watching her promenade up the high street, I realised that when it comes to aging, I am fearless!

She also made me think of this poem that I had heard an age ago:




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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.
 


 Poem by Jenny Joseph

16 comments:

  1. i love the way you segued into those beautiful beautiful words oc.
    that's the attitude one should have at a certain age. they've earned it.

    i love today's post. good one.

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  2. I adore the poem - it celebrates growing older colourfully;-)

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  3. @ The Nyanzi Report and @ Fashion, Art and other fancies - Yes! I dont know why people insist on seeing it in such a gloomy light! :)

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  4. her hair is amazing
    i hope i have that much hair when i age. then finally i will have the light hair i always wanted without having to bleach it XD

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  5. What bus stop is this??? hehe I don't recognise it! xx

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  6. I love the poem~ I'm still quite unsettled with the idea of aging though. gives me the feeling of uncertainty

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  7. @ Lady Gosh

    This is opposite the 149 bus stop towards London Bridge. Just before you send up by the Barclays cash machines. THERE!

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  8. I really can't believe you picked this poem, I'm still in shock!! This is truly one of my favorites.

    I love this lady's hair..when I'm older I hope to have ALL white hair, not one speck of black. My grandmother has the most beautiful white fluffy hair & I adore it.

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  9. Red hat parties are HUGE in the States. My mother-in-law had one for her 50th. All the older ladies wore purple with red hats and all the youngin's wore lavander with pink hats. It's all so very silly and fun.

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  10. You are too funny, girl. Great blog and now you have a new follower. I'm Mara nice to meet you. Keep the great blogs coming. :)

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  11. Wonderful. Wonderful outlook, wonderful poem, wonderful picture. I love this. Xxxx

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  12. HAHA i love that poem! genius I hope I AM that old lady in the future, we can be two old cows together running our sticks along railings and scaring little ones with our indecent hair dos.

    P.S does TS happen to be Topshop by any chance?

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  13. What a poem!! ;) That famous first line. I always say, when i'm 65 i'm gonna get fat and eat myself to death. And of course, I shall wear purple. x

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  14. hahahaa that poem is amazing. i can totally picture you as the old woman described in the poem :P though perhaps with a little more fashion sense. but who knows! no one cares when you're old. they just think "oh she's old".

    people watching is my favorite activity.

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  15. What a poem!! ;) That famous first line. I always say, when i'm 65 i'm gonna get fat and eat myself to death. And of course, I shall wear purple. x

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  16. I adore the poem - it celebrates growing older colourfully;-)

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