As I was contemplating moving back into Los Angeles, for some reason I thought of this lady, who I used to see all the time walking around, a vision in purple hues.
A few clicks later I found that someone (thanks, Gregg Archambault!) had made a little movie about Edna, the lady who wears purple. I believe, or at least it looks like, this was shot at the corner of my old place there (at Clayton and Rosalia Road).
Anyway, enjoy the stylings of Edna, and my hat’s off to you, for this unique fashion treat. I don’t like eggplant either.
“It looks like spring.”
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I don’t know who wrote this but it seems apt:
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 my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.
Another friend said he’d wrote a poem about Edna, so apparently she does inspire verse! I like it. Where’s it from?
Here’s the rest:
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 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.
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It’s called “Warning” by Jenny Joseph (I have no idea who she is). It’s a pretty cool little poem.
nice, I love it and I can relate, even though I don’t believe I have any wardrobe items which are purple..
Thanks for uploading my film.
It’s my pleasure Gregg! Love the film, love Edna, love that neighborhood! – JA