Dear Ladies
www.redhatsociety.com
About six weeks ago I had the pleasure of attending the bi-monthly dinner gathering (not meeting!) of the Bayside Bonza Babes and tonight the inaugural gathering of the Wonga Park somethings - un-named as yet!
The website says it all - this is a disorganisation for women who would like to meet up with other women just to talk.
Talk, you say! Isn't that all that women ever do?!? Well, no, actually.
It's true, some of us can talk under water, usually because we are fish trainers. Some of us talk in our sleep, usually because it's the only conversation we are going to have all day. Most of us talk but never get to talk about the things which interest us.
Like, say, how are you? Or, tell me about your knee operation, or let me tell you about my lumbago, or well, where would I go for an overdraft to expand my company which specialises in left handed tea cups, or I've brought along the photos of my trip to the ancient temples of the lost tribes of the Amazon, or simply - I can't remember the last time I had a good laugh, or whatever.
So this post is an open invitation to the ladies (sorry, gents, you will have to organise your own White Y-Front Society) (oops! did I really just say that?!?) sorry, ladies - I digress - this is an open invitation to come and share dinner with other ladies - who yes, will be wearing purple with a red hat (which really doesn't 'go') and who are also sitting down to dinner with one purpose only: To have a bit of a chat, a bite to eat, a laugh or two, and to reinvent ourselves for a couple of hours every so often.
The Wonga Park Widgets have decided to meet for dinner in August at the Bird 'n' Bottle on the Maroondah Highway at Croydon North. Easy to find, the food is usually good, plenty of parking, and no-one should get lost getting there or back.
Ladies of all ages (you will note I do not, in this context, say 'women') are welcome, but you will have to email me for the day and date. If you are aged over fifty, please enter into the spirit of the evening and wear purple with a red hat (can be a beanie or a scarf or a fascinator or a ginormous going-to-the-races-eat-my-dust creation!), but if you are just a spring chicken and not yet fifty years old, please don't cross dress - the colour for you sweet young things is lavender or mauve, with a pink hat!
Ladies, you are welcome to contact me and welcome to come. The Bonza Babes first dinner resulted in 160 women attending all wearing red hats, purple clothing and of course, included some of the pink chicks as well.
There is no joining fee, no nothing really, this is a disorganisation which is simply and for no other reason, just for fun!
Here is the poem which started it all, I hope you enjoy it and start practising to be just a little bit wicked instead of being so good all the time!
When I Am an Old Woman
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 am tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along 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 a 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 will 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.
By Jenny Joseph, Trenton NJ
www.redhatsociety.com
About six weeks ago I had the pleasure of attending the bi-monthly dinner gathering (not meeting!) of the Bayside Bonza Babes and tonight the inaugural gathering of the Wonga Park somethings - un-named as yet!
The website says it all - this is a disorganisation for women who would like to meet up with other women just to talk.
Talk, you say! Isn't that all that women ever do?!? Well, no, actually.
It's true, some of us can talk under water, usually because we are fish trainers. Some of us talk in our sleep, usually because it's the only conversation we are going to have all day. Most of us talk but never get to talk about the things which interest us.
Like, say, how are you? Or, tell me about your knee operation, or let me tell you about my lumbago, or well, where would I go for an overdraft to expand my company which specialises in left handed tea cups, or I've brought along the photos of my trip to the ancient temples of the lost tribes of the Amazon, or simply - I can't remember the last time I had a good laugh, or whatever.
So this post is an open invitation to the ladies (sorry, gents, you will have to organise your own White Y-Front Society) (oops! did I really just say that?!?) sorry, ladies - I digress - this is an open invitation to come and share dinner with other ladies - who yes, will be wearing purple with a red hat (which really doesn't 'go') and who are also sitting down to dinner with one purpose only: To have a bit of a chat, a bite to eat, a laugh or two, and to reinvent ourselves for a couple of hours every so often.
The Wonga Park Widgets have decided to meet for dinner in August at the Bird 'n' Bottle on the Maroondah Highway at Croydon North. Easy to find, the food is usually good, plenty of parking, and no-one should get lost getting there or back.
Ladies of all ages (you will note I do not, in this context, say 'women') are welcome, but you will have to email me for the day and date. If you are aged over fifty, please enter into the spirit of the evening and wear purple with a red hat (can be a beanie or a scarf or a fascinator or a ginormous going-to-the-races-eat-my-dust creation!), but if you are just a spring chicken and not yet fifty years old, please don't cross dress - the colour for you sweet young things is lavender or mauve, with a pink hat!
Ladies, you are welcome to contact me and welcome to come. The Bonza Babes first dinner resulted in 160 women attending all wearing red hats, purple clothing and of course, included some of the pink chicks as well.
There is no joining fee, no nothing really, this is a disorganisation which is simply and for no other reason, just for fun!
Here is the poem which started it all, I hope you enjoy it and start practising to be just a little bit wicked instead of being so good all the time!
When I Am an Old Woman
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 am tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along 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 a 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 will 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.
By Jenny Joseph, Trenton NJ
