I often see people as fashion sketches. I kid you not. Ever since I was a child playing with my very favorite toy, Fashion Plates, this has been a common ailment.
Last week on the long commute to my day job I stopped for my mandatory morning caffeine fix. There in the line ahead of me she stood. I kept starring, sizing her up. I should have taken a picture as my visual inventory was bordering on inappropriate. To me everything about her screamed Fashion Sketch.
She is missing her bullet bracelet and I have yet to color her. That will follow. For now here she is.