I love moments like the other day when a completely ordinary bus journey turns into a joy for the soul, feast for the eye and above all - celebration of another woman.

First I saw the cute black low-heeled patent Mary Janes. They caught my attention because I fell in love with the style after recently buying similar ones, so I thought patent version would be nice option in the future.

My eyes travelled upwards and I saw slightly flared beige midi skirt. Not the plain straight or fluted style, like many ladies of that age tend to wear, but flared. So much more feminine! The top was plan black tee shirt, worn untucked. Casual, but elegant, it had fit her so well. There was also a nice big wide scarf, the sort with the paisley-like pattern, casually wrapped around her shoulders.

Then I spotted the hat. Cute, black hat, almost like beanie, but with a discrete flower on the side, made of the same fabric. Suddenly, my eyes started jumping from hat to the shoes, they bookended each other so perfectly... and the whole outfit revealed itself in all its beauty. This lady, well in her 60-ies, had created such a lovely outfit from such simple pieces. It dawned on me that the colors in her scarf - black, grey, beige and burgundy, were actually the perfect glue that held it all. She also had black leather bag, structured and slightly on the big side - but perfectly proportionate with her figure and the rest of the outfit. I loved that there were so many black things - shoes, hat, top and bag, but it didn't feel overwhelming or too harsh against her complexion because the scarf and the skirt had softened the whole look.

When she turned my way I thought I'd faint - just as you think it couldn't get any better, it did. She had what looked like two mismatching short necklaces, both made of small pea-sized beads, one string was burgundy (same color like in her scarf) and one was black. And, I know It may sound like there is too much going on, but it wasn't the case at all, it was all so tasteful and lovely to see, the necklaces being the perfect finishing touch that really gave it all another dimension. This lady did not just dress, she had created an outfit, and her joy in going through the process was so obvious. In my head I started putting together a compliment using my humble German vocabulary, just in case we get off at the same stop and I get a chance to talk to her. She left the bust much earlier than me, so I didn't have the opportunity, but the image of her, so nicely put together made me think she's be well worthy of appearing on the Advanced Style pages. And I found myself thinking how I'd love to look like that at her age.