And a Red Hat
Are you familiar with the Red Hat Society, where women of a certain age wear purple with a red hat inspired by the poem by Jenny Joseph (see below)? The Red Hat Society, an International Society of women over 50 who comes together to have fun and reshape the way older women are viewed. A 70th Birthday is the perfect time for a Red Hat Birthday Party. Whether your 70 year old is female or male the radical messages of the poem encouraging you to “Go for It “, no matter what your age Birthday and dispels ageist stereotypes with humour and fun. Celebrate that special 70th Birthday in Style. Have guests dress in purple and wear a Red Hat.
Decorate your space in purple and red. Fill your party room with “flowers from other people’s gardens”, purple and red balloons and streamers and banners that have 70 on them. Begin with reading the poem “Warning – When I am an Old Woman I shall wear purple”. Adapt the poem if your Birthday Celebrant is a male, with a few tweaks the poem will fit for him too.
Menu: Incorporate food from the poem: brandy, samples in shops, three lbs. of sausages per guest, bread and pickles, and beer nuts, with your 70 year olds favorite food. The whole idea is now that you are 70 anything goes and you can do exactly what you want. You don’t need to eat your peas any more, unless of course you like peas. For tableware we have Napkins that have 70 on them in 4 fun styles with coordinating table ware.
What should you do at the party? Anything you want! Open the presents first, eat cake before the meal. Include some of your 70th Birthday Celebrant’s favorite things. Now is the time to join them indulging in their favorite pastimes, Rent a Bingo Machine, watch their favorite Sitcom, Dance! Because when you are 70 you can do anything you want!
Warning – When I Am an Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple
By Jenny Joseph
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 satin candles, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit 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 railings
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 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 pickles for a week
and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts 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.