When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go and doesn't suit me. I have always enjoyed the spunk and pizzazz that goes with this poem by Jenny Joseph. Today while I was out enjoying the weather at Como Park, in St. Paul, MN I ran into a bunch of women with purple clothes and read hats. I had to take their pictures.
I believe this to be a group of women who meet regularily and who have been featured in the local paper a while ago. I can't find their web site it they have one.
When I am an old man I plan to tell rambling stories, travel on greyhound busses and frighten small children with my teeth. I also plan to wear an aftershave that smells offensive.
With a red hat which doesn't go and doesn't suit me. I have always enjoyed the spunk and pizzazz that goes with this poem by Jenny Joseph. Today while I was out enjoying the weather at Como Park, in St. Paul, MN I ran into a bunch of women with purple clothes and read hats. I had to take their pictures.
I believe this to be a group of women who meet regularily and who have been featured in the local paper a while ago. I can't find their web site it they have one.
When I am an old man I plan to tell rambling stories, travel on greyhound busses and frighten small children with my teeth. I also plan to wear an aftershave that smells offensive.
