An Original

Yesterday I rode the bus with an original member of the Pink Ladies.

The brightness of her jacket caught my eye and then soon after, so did the rest of her. She was petite and very thin, with her long blonde hair pulled up loosely into a high pony finished off with butterflies. She had on a lovely white blouse edged in black ribbon, with a flowing black knee length skirt trimmed in white satin. On her legs she wore black opaque tights with clunky Mary Janes. Her jacket was bright pink velvet with a sergeant pepper collar cropped off at the waist. Her clothes screamed money and so too did her makeup. Her eyes dazzled with a sparkling deep plum shadow, outlined with jet-black mascara. Her lips painted deep bordeaux. Everything about her was meticulous, manicured and so over done, but fabulous.

However, one pivotal detail is missing.

She must have been at least 63 years old.