There's a woman who lives in my neighbourhood that I see walking up and down the road from time to time. She must be in her 70's, yet she seems to be an avid walker. Let me re-phrase that: she seems to walk to her destinations most of the time. I removed avid because her steps are short and slow, not because she's elderly, but because she wears the highest heels i've seen on a woman her age. This lady exudes eccentricity. She wears bright colours - kelly green, parakeet yellow, Cerulean blue, ruby red. She mixes stripes and polka dots together in her ensembles, and wooly leggings with clunky high-heeled sandals. She clips big, bulky bows atop her head, like a mound of whipped cream on an ice cream sundae, always in matching colour to whatever she's wearing that day.

Her eyeglasses are huge, covering most of her face, and her purses are as brightly coloured as her choice of attire. Her hair is badly dyed, sort of a rusty brown, with the grey straggly hairs shooting out from underneath. She can be seen inching her way slowly down the road, one tiny step at a time.

What intrigues me most is how well put together her outfits are. She obviously puts a lot of thought into them. I've seen her standing on the road at times, chatting to some neighbours on their balcony.

It's sort of nice to drive down the street, knowing that I might get a glimpse of this eccentric lady's choice of colour for the day.