There's just one catch...

Walking along one of the (many) strip malls in town today, I passed a women's clothing store and felt compelled to look in the window.

The models looked comfortable and well put-together, albeit a bit preppy. I yearned for their crisp and functional look that refused to sacrifice comfort for the sake of style.

It was then that I noticed that all of the models were sporting baby bumps.

This isn't the first time as of late that I've caught myself accidentally eyeing maternity clothes... While walking 4th through Kitsilano the other week, Gloria and I determined that maternity clothes are starting to get too cool for their own good, especially the brightly-coloured jersey wrap tops and dresses they're charging an arm and a leg for in the Kits shops.

So comfy! And so stretchy! So convenient to cover my inevitable "back to school" beer belly! ... I digress.

But seriously, why is it that pregnant women are getting the good stuff? I want in on the colourful and stretchy goodness that will hide my belly, too.

Maternity clothes in non-maternity sizes: it should be the Next Big Thing. Because, while I really want stretchy waisted pants, I refuse to procreate to get them.

You also know you're in residence when...

... you come back from a lovely weekend in Ottawa to discover that your room was broken into and your antique jewelry stolen. Nothing else. Not your iPod, your SLR camera, your hard drive or even your other jewelry... just two rings that have been in the family for over 100 years that were given to me by my grandmother who passed away last summer.

But what can one do about it other than report the theft, finish a La Bottega sandwich, and hope karma comes through?

Oh, some fist shaking. Can't forget that.

Dear Toronto:

I was just starting to like you, dammit.

No love, Meg.