Recognised

As I walked into the supermarket today to do my fortnightly grocery shop (and not looking forward to the experience in the least) I heard a woman say, "Excuse me."

I turned around as did a sales person nearby. "Not you," she said to the sales person. "Her." Meaning me.

"Excuse me, but have you written a book?"

When I replied in the affirmative she went on. "Our book club did that book and I loved it. I hope there's going to be a sequel."

I assured her there was and after exchanging a few more words, we parted.

While it gave me a warm glow (I've now acquired star status - lol) I had to wonder, How did she know?

The most obvious answer is that she recognised me from my photo in the back of the book (in the book, not on - don't ask me who made that decision or why because I have no idea) but the truth is, today I did not resemble that photo at all.

For a start, I was suffering with a headache, I was not smiling, I had bags under my eyes, no make-up whatsoever, my fringe was doing its usual 'I'm-not-going-to-behave-today' routine, and had the fashion police been anywhere in attendance I would've been the first person they would've hauled off to gaol! Thankfully I had removed my striped sweater before leaving home and replaced it with a denim jacket but I still had on striped jeans and a striped merino top (the latter covered by the jacket and a white scarf). Oh, and my green socks.

So how did she know?

And what am I going to wear next time I go out in public? I mean, this might never happen again but if it does I want to be prepared. No more stripes for me!