Today was the third time this month someone approached me while I was out, wandering, wanting to take my picture.
I only wish someone could capture my face on film when this happens because the puzzled expression is one I’d like to see for myself.
This one was a little more perplexing than the rest. Ah tourists. We did an exchange back and forth because I thought they wanted me to take a picture of them, but no, not only did they want that, but also a picture of myself with the wife of the couple; “No, you. Very beautiful and love the red hair.”
I didn’t have the heart to tell them it comes from a box.
Of the people who approached me this month, they are the only ones I obliged. Mainly because of the language barrier and I didn’t want to seem rude. Why? did not seem to be translating very well. Perhaps they sensed my museum vibe – I was rocking the wrinkled blazer, skirt, glasses look. Glasses are approachable, pilling stockings, probably not, but hard to tell from far away.
You’d be proud, I didn’t do blue steel.
Although I am thinking I need to take that look out of retirement. I have a years worth of actual smile worthy pictures. More than enough.
Any random happenings in your life lately?