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.