To cheer myself up, I joined the Red Hat Society. That wasn’t, strictly speaking, in the budget either, but I had promised myself that when I turned 49 I would become a RHS member and now I have. Sometime within the next couple of weeks, I will receive my RHS membership welcome kit, which consists of: one membership card, one key chain, one RHS membership hand book, one getting started guide, one sheet of RHS logo stickers and one large, red, floppy-brimmed hat (though, technically, I can’t wear it until my 50th birthday.) I’m also entitled to 10% off at the RHS store where I’ve found several red and purple hats that I rather fancy and have added to my RHS wish list. (Can be viewed on Amazon.ca)
|Plum Caribbean hat|
The poem takes a silly and whimsical poke at aging. It’s not very well written and I’m almost positive that Ms. Joseph never intended it to launch a society for women who, quite frankly, were fed up with the expectations of society to be proper and sedate and... Well, boring!
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.