The wondrous Miss csecooney
reminded me of this!
Two days ago. I am on the bus. I am reading Charles de Lint's Muse and Reverie
. I am wearing my fabulous charcoal-and-black coat that looks like I am hiding in a beautiful sofa (also it has a black fake-fur collar and a big purple flower pin on the lapel). I am wearing a fake-flower clip in my hair that is additionally festooned with a feather, a bit of tulle, and old jewelry bits. My hair is loose, besides that.
I notice someone Watching Me.
I look up.
The woman smiles, nods, points at the book, and says "You look like one of his characters."
I say "Thank
you!!", and she smiles again and gets off the bus.