When I am Old I will not Wear Purple

Or at least I don't plan to.  After observing an older gal the other day in Costco who was attired head to toe in various shades of purple, I think I will plan to leave this one at the door when I hit my Golden Girl stage. What first caught my eye was her purple purse...I had a similar one when I was eight.  I was actually very proud of that purse...purple leather and I think it was the first one that I ever bought for myself.  She had what I would refer to as lilac-colored pants and a darker purple top.  In addition to her top was a cardigan in yet another shade of purplish magenta.  And of course, not to be forgotten, was her hair: silver with just a tinge of lavender (almost like a purple halo around her head).  It was a bit much overall.  Now, I'll admit, that I love the color purple, particularly in nature: flowers, tropical fish and birds....there is something about purple that tends to make things seem more exotic.  And, purple has played a hefty role in history, being the color signifying royalty (think King Henry VIII draped in purple velvet, or George Costanza on Seinfeld when they dressed him up as Henry VIII).  I don't think, though, that it does anyone justice to be dressed completely in any one color, no matter how many different shades are combined....unless it's black....isn't gray a shade of black?