"Hi, BJ, I'm Tita Marita. We've met before," she said.
"Oh, I'm sure," I concurred. Surely she saw me when I was still a baby. Perhaps.
After the obligatory picture-taking, my parents' friends started standing up from the table to claim their belongings. And then I saw what she was wearing, I just had to grab my camera.
The first thing I noticed about her was her geometric bob with crimson streaks. But what urged me to grab the camera was her (low-hung) harem pants. And those metallic epaulettes. Although the neutrality of her grey shirt and white pants could have been the perfect canvas for a lighter-colored Motorcycle--perhaps the pink or the red one, to bring out her fiery hair color
For a woman of 60, she has a wicked fashion sensibility. Most girls a third of her age don't even know what harem pants are. And her flats just had to be animal prints. As Momma Tyra would say, she's fierce!
