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Thursday, July 23, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
I'm Fresh obsessed
Despite Frankie Flowers' warning that there could be some showers this afternoon, I went skipping off to work sans umbrella. Only to find it lightly, but steadily raining as I was leaving at 5 P.M. Not generally a problem if I'm just heading home—a place where my frizzy hair is well-loved—but I had an errand to run. An errand that had already been put off by a day.
Ah, but there are so many advantages to working on top of a Winners! So I slipped in to check out their umbrella selection, because a girl can never have too many brollies. Unfortunately, the selection was crashingly boring. Basic black may be chic when it comes to patent leather heels, sleek turtlenecks and cocktail dresses, but to me a black umbrella screams I'M AN ACCOUNTANT!
I reasoned that the subway wasn't too far away and that the rain would probably let up by the time I arrived at my destination, so I left the black umbrellas for the forgetful number-crunchers to buy and I braved the droplets.
Well call me Murphy. I emerge from the depths of Bathurst station to find that the light rain has progressed into a true downpour. What's a girl to do? I forged on, trying to ignore the yucky feeling of wet feet in my summery flats.
My errand was at Secrets From Your Sister. You see, I purchased a convertible bra there about a month ago and I was pretty sure it was somewhat defective, because one of the straps would spontaneously pop off at the most inopportune times. Like on the subway. So I pull out the bra and I show the manager the source of my embarrassment when she decides to embarrass me further by explaining that I wasn't attaching the strap properly. At this point, after I've traipsed through the rain to have someone show me the right way to attach a bra strap, I start to think I maybe should have gone to university. Surely someone with a university degree rather than two college degrees (one of them in tap dancing...) would instinctively know that she was attaching a bra strap wrong and not waste a store manager's time as I did.
Blerg. (I heart Liz Lemon!)
Anyway, since I was already wet and in the neighbourhood, I hopped back on the subway to Spadina and made a pit stop at my beloved Fresh to grab some dinner to take home. The juggling of purse, gym bag and takeout on the trip home is a whole other (mostly boring) post, so let's just say that my reward at the end of my soggy journey was yummy chickpea and vegetable stew in a rich coconut curry sauce on soba noodles. Apparently a little rain can't keep me away from Fresh.
*Fresh bowl pictured not exactly the one I had, but still incredibly yummy looking.
Ah, but there are so many advantages to working on top of a Winners! So I slipped in to check out their umbrella selection, because a girl can never have too many brollies. Unfortunately, the selection was crashingly boring. Basic black may be chic when it comes to patent leather heels, sleek turtlenecks and cocktail dresses, but to me a black umbrella screams I'M AN ACCOUNTANT!
I reasoned that the subway wasn't too far away and that the rain would probably let up by the time I arrived at my destination, so I left the black umbrellas for the forgetful number-crunchers to buy and I braved the droplets.
Well call me Murphy. I emerge from the depths of Bathurst station to find that the light rain has progressed into a true downpour. What's a girl to do? I forged on, trying to ignore the yucky feeling of wet feet in my summery flats.
My errand was at Secrets From Your Sister. You see, I purchased a convertible bra there about a month ago and I was pretty sure it was somewhat defective, because one of the straps would spontaneously pop off at the most inopportune times. Like on the subway. So I pull out the bra and I show the manager the source of my embarrassment when she decides to embarrass me further by explaining that I wasn't attaching the strap properly. At this point, after I've traipsed through the rain to have someone show me the right way to attach a bra strap, I start to think I maybe should have gone to university. Surely someone with a university degree rather than two college degrees (one of them in tap dancing...) would instinctively know that she was attaching a bra strap wrong and not waste a store manager's time as I did.
Blerg. (I heart Liz Lemon!)
Anyway, since I was already wet and in the neighbourhood, I hopped back on the subway to Spadina and made a pit stop at my beloved Fresh to grab some dinner to take home. The juggling of purse, gym bag and takeout on the trip home is a whole other (mostly boring) post, so let's just say that my reward at the end of my soggy journey was yummy chickpea and vegetable stew in a rich coconut curry sauce on soba noodles. Apparently a little rain can't keep me away from Fresh.
*Fresh bowl pictured not exactly the one I had, but still incredibly yummy looking.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Blogger Found
You know, it's almost like I forgot I had a blog! But on this sunny Saturday morning, while sitting on the balcony eating my watermelon and blueberries with yogurt and honey, I suddenly had a distant memory of writing postings and sending them out into the world wide web and then getting comments back from my loyal readers. (None of whom should still be loyal to a delinquent such as myself!) And it's those readers who've inspired me to begin this post. Plus it's a really good excuse not to go for a run.
So you know that after almost a month with no posting I feel obliged to make excuses for my absence, right? Here goes: There is one thing in particular that is keeping me from blogging. It's not the wedding that is fast approaching in 113 days or the extra freelancing I've picked up in order to help pay for the wedding. It is this:
Lost.
That's right. The Fiancé and I started watching Lost on DVD, For whatever reason, we both missed the phenomenon the first time around and are just catching up now. And we're hooked. In a relatively short period of time we've watched the entire first season and almost half of the second season. How have we managed to be so efficient with our viewing, you ask? Easy - we've totally given up actually speaking to one another. We communicate all required life stuff during workday emails and then when we both get home at night, we devote our attention to the television. It's not the right approach for everyone, because you really have to be dedicated, but it works for us.
Are you wondering now if I'm typing while watching? Wait, I already told you I'm on my balcony, so you're probably not. Alas, the Fiancé is out of town and we have a strict policy about not watching without the other person. If we did, then we wouldn't spend any time together! Apparently our policy extends to watching clips on YouTube, because he got so upset with me last night for looking up kissy bits that we haven't seen yet. But I'm sorry! There have been just a few kissy bits and they're making me wait forever for more. And I like the kissy bits!!
The only thing about watching a show a few years after it's aired on TV is that it's so impossible to escape the entertainment media from ruining certain things. For example, when certain characters are in mortal peril, I don't clutch my heart in suspenseful agony. I just turn to the Fiancé and say, "She's not going to die." Kind of takes some of the kick out of it.
So that's my excuse for you. Perhaps I'll find some time to write again soon. Until then, enjoy this:
So you know that after almost a month with no posting I feel obliged to make excuses for my absence, right? Here goes: There is one thing in particular that is keeping me from blogging. It's not the wedding that is fast approaching in 113 days or the extra freelancing I've picked up in order to help pay for the wedding. It is this:
Lost.
That's right. The Fiancé and I started watching Lost on DVD, For whatever reason, we both missed the phenomenon the first time around and are just catching up now. And we're hooked. In a relatively short period of time we've watched the entire first season and almost half of the second season. How have we managed to be so efficient with our viewing, you ask? Easy - we've totally given up actually speaking to one another. We communicate all required life stuff during workday emails and then when we both get home at night, we devote our attention to the television. It's not the right approach for everyone, because you really have to be dedicated, but it works for us.
Are you wondering now if I'm typing while watching? Wait, I already told you I'm on my balcony, so you're probably not. Alas, the Fiancé is out of town and we have a strict policy about not watching without the other person. If we did, then we wouldn't spend any time together! Apparently our policy extends to watching clips on YouTube, because he got so upset with me last night for looking up kissy bits that we haven't seen yet. But I'm sorry! There have been just a few kissy bits and they're making me wait forever for more. And I like the kissy bits!!
The only thing about watching a show a few years after it's aired on TV is that it's so impossible to escape the entertainment media from ruining certain things. For example, when certain characters are in mortal peril, I don't clutch my heart in suspenseful agony. I just turn to the Fiancé and say, "She's not going to die." Kind of takes some of the kick out of it.
So that's my excuse for you. Perhaps I'll find some time to write again soon. Until then, enjoy this:
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