Warning.....When I am an old woman I shall wear purple!

Happy Happy Happy Friday.....only 5 more Monday's left before Summer vacay....yay!!!! This weeks SOUS sketch is by our beloved Aymee Gandy....what a fun time I had with this one!!!! I used DCWV Le Creme stack and some fun findings I picked up at a flea market! I also featured a fave poem by Jenny Joseph....Warning....When I am an old woman I shall wear purple! Purple being one of my fave colors and the theme of the poem dear to my heart!!! With my 49th bday just a few weeks away I figure I should get in as much practice as possible!!! HEEHEEHEE!!! The pic is of silly little me.....a little photo shoot by my dear son Mcauley! He took the photos and chose the one for the layout.

The lace, flowers and butterfly are all from the flea market finds....the leaves are from heritage...can't really tell in the photo but I added some chalking to give some depth to the leaves.

How fun are these boots from Heritage and this wonderful dress form from Forever Young....how ironic is that....LOL.....once again the red lace and rosettes from my find....

The silhouette is from heritage the lace pieces and jewel flea market goodies....I added some ribbon and fiber to the brooch clasp to cover it and love the look of it!

The glove is from Sentimentals with fiber and a pearl accent....The date is MS alphas...the hat from Forever Young, photo corner Heritage and photo mat A Child's Year....

My title font is Blackletter and the poem is downloaded from the net.....Hope you all enjoyed my fun little layout....stop by and see my sisters @ SOUS....and join in on the fun if you have time.....don't forget to check out my side bar for a link to Generations Crafting....you can get a free Bling with a purchase....what fun.....just mention my blog or SOUS!!!! Thanx so much for stopping by today....hope you are all well and happy!!!!!

Here is the poem for those of you not familiar....

Warning....

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple

with a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me,

and I shall spend my pension

on brandy and summer gloves,

and say we've no money for butter.

I shall set down on the pavement when I am tired,

and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells,

and run my stick along the public railing,

and make up for the sobriety of my youth.

I shall go out in my slippers in the rain

and pick the flowers in other peoples 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 pickles for a week,

and hoard pens and pencils and beer mats,

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 will have friends to dinner and read the paper.

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.

Jenny Joseph