Whimsical is not an adjective that I – or anyone who knows me well – would use to describe me. Dependable – yes. Responsible – yes. Serious – yes. But whimsical? Never.
But as I got dressed today that is the word that popped into my head.
See, I have not exactly embraced the turning-50-and-becoming-a-grandmother phase of life. While I may only feel 35, the calendar – and my aching joints – keep reminding me that is not the case.
So I decided this spring to embrace the poem, When I Grow Old, I Shall Wear Purple. Not embrace it as in become a member of the garish red-hat society, but rather, I really like the last lines as they are paired with the first
|When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
….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.
In other words – stop caring so much about what others think and start living for me. So I have decided to begin embracing this new-found attitude by adding the color purple to my wardrobe. I needed some new t-shirts anyway (I think after five seasons I can safely say that I got my money’s worth) – and so I focused on purple Ts rather than my traditional black and brown palate.
Yesterday I decided to treat myself to a trip to Charming Charlies in celebration of another completed school year. By adding all these purple shirts to my wardrobe, I decided that I wanted a purple watch to match. I found one (and a ring and a bracelet). So today when I got dressed I put on my purple T – my purple watch – my purple ring – and my purple bracelet.
Now this will sound silly, I know, but I have always admired painted toenails – somehow it signifies a lady of leisure to me — which is probably why I never take the time to provide myself with that luxury. I mean there is the time it takes to actually paint – and because I am so inexperienced, the inevitable clean up around each toe – and then the added time to sit and wait until the paint dries so it doesn’t smudge. It was just not worth the effort. But today….today I decided to treat myself and I took the time to paint my toenails — PURPLE!
And when I finished I felt like a teenage girl again. So free, frivolous, and well….whimsical.
Yes, I am not yet old, but I shall wear purple and embrace this new phase of life.