Monday, January 24, 2011

Purple in print

Purple was my pre-teen colour of the 90's, and whether I overdid it a little there (purple and blue duvet set with matching sponging on the walls may have done it!) I grew out of love with purple. But it's growing on me more and more (yes, I know I may be picking up on this one a season too late, but I had an aversion). Purple can be very striking in print, or worn as a statement colour (my mum has a fabulous signature, rich purple coat). Below, is the print I donned for work today – a mini blouse dress in a sheer satin, with a waisted tie belt picked up on my trip to England in December.

My Mum's purple coat reminded me of a poem she loves that has become one of my favourites, "Warning" by Jenny Jospeh.

When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
with a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
and satin candles, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am 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
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 pickles for a week
and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts 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.

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