When Janis is old(er) she will wear purple.
They say to live life best we need to dance like no one is watching. That's certainly true.
Janis found a poem a few years ago and loved the premise. Her favorite color has long been purple.
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.
A few weeks ago her niece volunteered (or perhaps dared) Janis to allow her to die her hair purple. Janis jumped at the offer. When Sabrina showed up for our Christmas celebration she had everything needed for the transformation. First they bleached Janis' hair and we saw her briefly as a blond.
Then came the purple. It was a teeny bit shocking at first... but I quickly got used to the idea of a brightly colored wife. It is all in fun. In the context of the poem it makes perfect sense. I may just surprise her with a funky red hat.
2013 is the year to dance like no one is looking.