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'm 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 . . .
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. - Elizabeth Lucas
One of my favorite poems! This image brought a smile to my face after reading the title. Based on your photo technicality-wise, I think the foreground is a little too busy with too many rocks. The background also appears distracting and out of place. Perhaps it could've been softened with Gaussian blur or a tighter shot/crop of just the woman.
I find the color appealing and little else. Composition and scenery leaves much to be desired.