Sunday, 18 May 2014

Start wearing purple.............

As anyone who knows you will say, I love the colour purple. Songs have been dedicated to me over the years but none so much as this one lately -

The NEW DRD Darkforest Horns, Available from today at Suicide dollz, worn here in the Black, inspired the wearing of my stunning [Gauze]Sin Eyes ( Human - Lust ) with DRD darkmakeup and as for The lush hair, this is from .ploom. Brandy - Pinks & Purples. The Skin is from We <3 RP this last round - [PF] Drow and my necklace is from Bliensen + MaiTai - Clair de la Lune - Currently available from The World Goth Fair.

I have no idea where my love of purple comes from except from an old poem called, 'Warning' - I have copied the poem out below the picture to give you an idea of what I mean. I have always been an old soul even as a young whipper snapper. Forgive the ramblings of a English woman form Yorkshire when I go off on many tangents but the beauty of these stunning items cannot be disregarded neither can the poem and both were in my thoughts this morning.

Please enjoy both......


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 the 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 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 practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.

-Jenny Joseph, 1961