I shall wear purple (on my bed).

I have to say, it gives me a little shiver of pleasure every time I go in our bedroom and see the purple pillowcases peaking out at me! I love having color around. It's something I never really had the courage to do when I was younger. I was beige all the way. Loved color, wanted to surround myself with it, but never did. I worried too much about what other people would think and would I get it right?

My mother told me once about 15 years ago that she was finding that, as she got older she cared less what other people thought of her. She didn't have much patience for bad drivers or slow drivers, couldn't stand to wait in line and just in general was finding that her concern for the social niceties was badly degenerating.

I'll have to ask her sometime if she feels the same way now.

It all makes me think of that poem, though, the one that inspired all those Red Hat clubs. "When I am an old woman I shall wear purple ... and make up for the sobriety of my youth." Jenny Joseph, Warning

Maybe I can hang purple curtains in the bedroom. I wonder what Mom would think?