Seeing RED!

A wonderful group of Red Hat ladies visited Waukesha Floral & Greenhouse this past Tuesday. I was delighted to give them a tour of the flower shop and greenhouses.

I’m not so sure of how the Red Hatters came to be, but I’m guessing this poem has something to do with the phenomenon:


WARNING:
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.

So wear your red hat in to Waukesha Floral… you’re always welcome!

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