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Her eyes are an elusive, kaleidoscopic green. I wouldn’t narrow it down to just pea-green, or olive-green, or emerald. Her eye colour is spasmodic, as are her eyes; as is her character: her energy always comes in outbursts. Her hair is brown; not light brown, but not dark brown, either. Her hair is thin and straight, and falls down just past her shoulders. She has large, full lips that she periodically paints with dark red lipstick. She has a small but well developed body. She is not over or under weight, regardless of her own opinions. She has bony knuckles and chewed-down finger nails. Sometimes she stills sucks her thumb. She doesn’t seem to have many rings or any bracelets. The ones she does have were mainly gifts, but they have become lost and forgotten, dragged away by the tides of time, like most of her possessions--including ones on lend to her.
She doesn’t wear earrings anymore because she doesn’t have any, but had her ears pierced once. Now, however, the flesh has grown in to cover most of the holes, and left only a shallow imprinted reminder of their existence. One day she may repierce them, probably all by herself, without ice, and using a rusty safety pin if she has to. If she ever comes across a pair of earrings that she would want to wear, hopefully for you, they won’t be your own. I seem to remember her wearing a necklace, though it might be lost now as well. It was a silver chain with a crucifix on it. It was a symbol whose significance may also be forgotten.
She doesn’t wear a lot of hats, although she has many. She has a whole wall of them in the apartment she shares with her boyfriend. On one of the nails hangs a cowboy hat that she stole from a cowboy, right off his head. He chased after her but she was too quick. There is a fedora, a rainbow-coloured straw hat, a leftover Munchkin hat from a Wizard of Oz play, and an indescribable variety of toques and wigs. There’s also the speed racer helmet, with glowing Canadian flags bouncing off it on springs. When her and her boyfriend have parties, they make everyone wear a helmet, hat, toque, or wig. They are all very comical episodes.
She has an eccentric sense of style; her wardrobe can vouch for that. Since she started waitressing, she’s tried to wear more suitable attire, so there are some simple outfits in her closet. But, on most of the hangers are the type of garment you would find on a rack in some thrift store at 2/$5. She likes to wear little kids’ t-shirts that she finds there. She’s got a Power-Rangers one, a Space Pups one, a girl guide t-shirt, and she traded me her favourite “tuff-duck” one for a pair of pants. It’s got a picture of a duck on it, wearing a muscle shirt with a Canadian flag on it that says “TUFF”. The duck has a mow-hawk and is holding a skateboard with a funky design on the bottom. At the bottom of the picture it says “Montréal, Canada”, which is odd, because she’s never been there. She has a few pairs of ripped jeans, and a couple pairs of cords. She always wears them until they are too ripped to mend. Not that she ever mends her pants anyways.
She doesn’t have a lot of footwear. She’s got a beige pair with straps on the toes, and wooden heels that she usually wears. She also has a very old pair, nicknamed “the smelly shoes”. She gets mad at anyone who calls them that, though. Those shoes travelled with her, hitchhiking across Canada and they deserve some respect. I can’t remember what the brand name was, or where or when she bought them. I can barely tell what colour they are now, but I think they were blue and green. They have very thick laces, and a flat, rounded sole. They have a very curvy shape to them, and yes, like her, they have a very distinct scent. She herself smells of the cigarettes she is always smoking, of the baby powder scent of frequently applied ladies anti-perspirant, and of the coffee that stains her breath and some of her clothes. She doesn’t wear perfume much. Part of her scent comes from her hair, which has a soft and indescribable smell to it. If you came across a piece of her clothing and smelled it, you would know it was hers.