The Writers' Circle

... oh my !! what an open door this is ... a description, hey ?
 some people call her Tink... more people then not . Her hair is kept short in some wild spikey or soft wispy cut . The colour of which changes with the seasons. Her eyes are a hazel green with flicks of gold . Her smile is warm and impish, that spreads to her eyes. Her nose is small and dainty Over the years her body has changed ,from the slenderness of a teen to the cormforting roundness of a mother.Tink is not tall nor is she short.  
    She is loved by the childern in her life - being the adult that has not forgotten the truth of play. Her follow adults enjoy her company as she stirs in them things long forgot.Strangers, adults or childeren will stop and talk to her at any given time. Childern will leave their mother's side to sit with Tink and talk to her. 
 does this work as a description?
the above is a mix of truths and some fancifuls... but knowing me as those close to my heart do , they tell you there is not a fanciful there to be found . Lucky me !