Warsaw Mermaid Watch Out.
I recently created this and although I feel it is not 100% my style; maybe a little bit too cute and sweet, it is still undeniably me. That's my hair, my eyes, the texture of my personality, my breasts for sure *swing-lo-sweet-chariot(s)*
Still, I don't think I have ever gone out, dressed as a mermaid, green eyeshadow and tits out, and I think I might actually want to. It got me thinking about a poem I read, for the first time, almost a year ago. "Warning - by Jenny Joseph", which are life goals*. I heard it read by Helena Bonham-Carter, which made finding it all the sweeter - you can listen to that here.
Else here it is below, in all it's glory
WARNING - by Jenny Joseph
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.
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 practise a little now? So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
Sit on pavement when tired - Check
Eat 3 pounds of sausage in one go - check
Hoard pens and pencils - check
Swear in the street - check fuckkity check
Hey I am actually doing really well!