someday?

when i was little, my aunt nancy would take me on the commuter rail train to boston sometimes. we always went to faneuil hall and quincy market and other touristy things like the aquarium. there was a shop i was obsessed with that i had to go to every time we went to boston -- the purple store. it was a store full of ... wait for it... purple stuff. like pens with flair on the end and notepads and t-shirts. they also had this framed "art" that had a poem on it that started with "when i'm an old woman i shall wear purple." i always thought it was odd because i wore purple all the time (it was my Fave Color, obviously) and it didn't really seem that daring. of all the things to do when you were old, wearing purple seemed possibly the least exciting. now i understand the meaning: when you are old, nobody gives a shit what you do because they think you are crazy, so you might as well escape our stodgy rent paying society and do whatever the hell you want.

on a side note, i just looked up that poem and found this really funny site that plays horrendous music called "luvz favorite poetry." it's all pretty silly except this line:

And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.

because obviously i will spend my social security checks on liquor so i relate, and the idea of "summer gloves" is pleasantly old-fashioned.

here are the things i'd like to do when i'm old, except i don't really want to wait until i'm old because then i will be wrinkly and short of breath.

dress like edie sedgwick and develop a taste for martinis:


buy expensive art

use the word "adore" more often

find high heels comfortable

never have fingerprints or scratches on my glasses

know which kinds of wine are good

own a well-trained and sweet dog

live somewhere with hardwood floors and lots of interesting lamps

have different kinds of plants and be able to keep all of them alive

that is all.