I do like a good crepe, as such when these lightweight polyester crepes came into stock I was like a child in a sweet shop. There is a poem by Jennifer Joseph, I believe, called When I am Old, in which she declares something like the following:
I will wear purple and a red hat that does not go, and satin sandels and claim we have no money for butter.
This is the colour I imagine she envisioned. When I am old, I may not have money for butter, but I will save some for cloth.