“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.”from “Warning” by Jenny Joseph
Four years ago, in the honour of being admitted back into University in my 50s, albeit for a doctoral degree, I dyed my hair purple, as a warning, to my new professors and classmates, most of whom would turn out to be younger than me. I wore orange and red to clash with my hair and used my trusty old handheld camera because I’m a luddite who does not care, to use a smartphone. I like my old Nokia. And my digital camera. I manage somehow, to do things I want, with the tools I am still competent in rather than flail about helplessly with novel technologies emerging everyday. The reflection in the glass behind me can inform you that this is so.
