Dear woman I’ve now seen twice on Bloor Street wearing the same outfit, comprising a pale, unsheathed roll of fat protruding between a snug skirt waistband and a too-short, long-sleeved black top that is not sufficiently covered by the holey blue poncho that was probably in pristine condition three seasons ago, but now looks a little worse for wear:
I’m glad you’re so happy; you must be, because you’ve got a big smile on your face. I assume it’s not frozen there, although everybody else on the street has broken out their light-duty winter gear. Did you notice? It’s cold. That poncho is only waist-length. It barely covers your midriff.
Now, the newest, fanciest Winners* in the country is opening on November 17, and it’s right on your usual Bloor Street route. Please stop there, go inside, and splurge a little on something longer.
The chick who’s no fashion icon herself but does manage to cover up her own rolls of fat in late autumn.
*Winners = TJ Maxx to you guys south of the border.