Delayed Reaction

While in Palm Springs last April on a spur of the moment trip, we took part of an afternoon to stroll around the small downtown area and window shop. As we paused to consider entering one trendy little shop, a well-dressed blonde woman stepped out. She was smiling and chatting with several other people as she brushed by us and headed down the sidewalk.

When she was out of earshot, I turned to my daughter. “Gee, that woman looked a lot like Martha Stewart.”

Her face lit up in agreement. “I saw that, too!” We made some remarks about how funny it would be if it really was Martha Stewart, and why don’t we go and ask her – she probably hears that ALL the time. Then we turned our attention back to searching for the perfect refrigerator magnet with palm trees on it, or something like that. As moments go, it was a passing breeze.

Yesterday in the library, while waiting for my kids to make their book selections, I wandered over to the magazine rack to kill time. I spotted the colorful pumpkins on the latest copy of Martha Stewart Living, picked it up and started flipping through it absentmindedly. A headline caught my attention – did it say Palm Springs? I backed up to the beginning of the article. There was Martha pictured alongside an article about her whirlwind visit to Palm Springs…last April.

That sounds like me. Practically bump right into a celebrity (we exchanged a look, even) and just find out five months later.

I can probably cross paparazza off my list of career possibilities.