observations

She wasn't gorgeous at first glance. Second even. But when you'd been watching her work for hours on end, her beauty slowly started to seep out like tendrils from a seed and take root.

Her clothing, while always smart and classy, was too drab. Too many little black dresses bought at clearance sales and thrift stores. Yet she always wore a brightly coloured shoe, often nicked from her mother's closet. They looked very eighties-working-woman: closed toe, small heel, neon colours. She made a lovely silhouette, the first step in good fashion, but was too conservative. Today, however, as she leaned forward to pour over the computer screen, the V of her kimono-style top widened, revealing her left breast to posses a pleasing round curve.

Her constant slouched position helped to hide her good looks. Her slender shoulders became rounded and akward. Looking at her from the front, as she lowered her eyes to screen level, it appeared she had no neck. Or rather, that her head was too large for her body and protuded from her collar like that of a turtle's from its shell. Her gentle hourglass was doubled over like a melting Dali clock as she acordianed in on heself in the stiff-backed swivle chair.

Under the table, though, her legs were quite lovely as they glided down into those turquoise kitten-heels. Her knees prudely together, one set in the crook of the other. The tips of her shoes pointed inward in the pigeon-toe position that makes legs seem so attractive and girlish. Legs which are quite shapely, tapering down to slender, perfectly-formed ankles. These were the kind of legs, you were happy to just appreciate, you didn't need to touch.

Her face is plain, but would show a touch of classic beauty if it wasn't always squinting at copy on the screen. Watching her expressions change is most entertaining. The constant line between her brows from concentration. The way the left one archs when she's confused. Her thin lips pressing tightly together in frustration.

Her hair is forever tied back in a sensible, but elegant bun. The look suits her well, but, perhaps, were she to let it tumble down upon her shoulders, some sex-appeal might fall out as well.