Today a group of women came into Sofia's for a gathering. there were thirty of them, all in red hats and purple clothes. thirty old women in scarlet hats and purple clothes. they were members of the society of the red hat, which is an social group for old ladies to get together and gossip and be bawdy. it's based on this poem by jenny joseph:

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.

heehee. the old ladies were very nice, and some of the hats, i must admit, were fascinating.

i'm buying myself a new toy online, yay...well i will be, once my mom comes home so i can use her credit card. haha i'd tell rae now that i'm getting one before her--and it's a cool sounding one, too--but she's not currently on her screen name. oh well. tomorrow is another day. damn things take two weeks to get here from california. i want to play NOW!