I know someone will take me to task for this, but I feel I have to do this to protect the dignity of some of the women I know, both in person and on-line. While reading the com-boxes over at Gem of the Ocean's posting about the Pope's saturno (and a saucy one it is!), I saw that someone mentioned The Red Hat Society.
Now, I know that I have already taken a very solemn vow with several friends - such as Sweet Betsy from Pike, The Plant Whisperer, Momma, and the MVP - that should the day come when we are over the age of fifty, if any of us sees the any other lady wearing a purple dress and a red hat, the espying member of the group has the authority to shoot like a sick dog the purple-dress-red-hat-wearing member as an act of mercy, and the remaining members will appear as character witnesses at the trial. For the Catholic members, we also need a priest who would have an open mind about this in the Confessional and understand that for a woman to grow old and wind up line dancing in a drunken state at a Happy Hour while wearing this get-up is an abomination before the Lord and requires some smiting . . .
In bloggerdom, Kasia of The Clam Rampant and Tara of Loved Sinner have already signed on to this pact. If you would like, you can take advantage of this offer and let me know if you're in or you're out.
Now on board:
Karen at Gem of the Ocean
Ma Beck at World Wide Ward
Lily at Never Fading Wood
Look, if wearing a purple dress and a red hat rocks your boat, that's your thing. But as women mature, our hormones start doing some funkay thangs and it is at that time when you look at The Red Hat Society and think, You know, maybe I need a little silliness in my life. You do, dear, you do - but silliness can be achieved without a compromise to dignity, and it is the duty of likewise-aged women to keep our fellow sisters from falling into middle-aged mediocrity.
Yea, I say unto you, what woman would looketh upon her lone sister when she obtaineth her seventh cat and not sayeth, "Sister, thou hath become the Crazy Cat Lady of the neighborhood, and thou must now abstain, and spendeth your Saturday night with me, partaking of the margaritas." And lo, another woman shall be saved from the depths of stereotyping . . .