Pink Suede Shoes

She intrigues me. I don't know who she is, I've never seen her on my train before.

She's wearing a fitted sleeveless dress, brownish beige, slightly textured. It's well cut, and makes me think of my mother's Anne Fogarty and Claire McCardell dresses - what one wore in the fifties. Her shoes are pink suede, with a high curvy heel and a little knotted ankle strap - they look a like a cross between character shoes and Fluevogs. And she's shepherding a bright orange folding Dahon. I can't imagine riding a bicycle in those shoes, but then, I'm not her.

Later, once she's settled in on the train, she takes a stainless steel tiffin box out of her snakeskin bag. Once breakfast is over - what she ate, I couldn't tell - she settles in with her knitting, an indeterminate object in pink wool.

Stylish. Environmentally correct. Crafty.

Does she live in my town? My town is so full of bankers and lawyers and people who wear suits to work. The mostly male commuters mostly drive to the train station. Who is she? Why did I find her so fascinating?