Before reading on, it’s important you’re aware of a certain flaw in my existence. I don’t know what went wrong or when it went wrong. While having my first cry on this planet at birth, bouncing around the playground during childhood or exploring my boundaries as a teenager? It doesn’t matter, at this point we can’t do anything about it. This flaw is irreparable. I’m the lousiest decision maker you’ll ever know…

Whether it comes to deciding what to cook for dinner, which outfit to pick in the morning or even which flavour I prefer for my cup of tea; when it’s decision time it’s hell on earth. For me. And for my loved ones. “Should I buy these heavenly high heels in black or blue? If you were me, would you go for the raspberry cheesecake or the raisin scone? I can’t decide on the name for my sweet little cat; do you prefer Jules, Mouse or Jojo!? Tell me, should I wear my new LBD to this party tonight, go for the bright shorts with the over-knee boots or just hop into my more casual jumpsuit?”

Starting to get the picture? Time to switch to the real deal and tell more about the tonnes of questions I’m dealing with, since the end of August…

When?
In spring, with the risk of a typical Dutch rainy day? In summer, with the risk of a typical Dutch rainy day? In autumn, with the risk of a typical Dutch rainy day? Or in winter, when it’s probably really cold and slippery?

Where?
While considering the aforementioned risks, going abroad is real tempting. But which country? France, Italy, Spain or should we take it to a whole other level outside of Europe? Or is it better (i.e. wiser from a financial perspective) to stay close to home? And if so, is it preferable to go to the countryside or to stay in town?

What to wear?
That depends on the choices made in the when & where sections. Will it be steaming hot or extremely cold? Or something in between? Should I wear an outfit in my favourite colour? Do I even have a favourite colour? And, do I prefer a casual look or is over the top the way to go?

Shoes?
You know me, I’m a real shoe person. So, this is the million dollar question. Choose sky high and almost mythical heels? Or wear shoes less mythical but just as pretty in which you can walk the walk and talk the talk, 24/7? In which colour? Should they match the outfit? Or should I stick to my regular style, wearing shoes in a completely contrasting colour?

Hairdo?
If you’ve read my HAIRassment blog, you will already know I’m really fickle when it comes to my hairdo. So, of course, right now I’m obviously completely clueless about what to do with my hair. Curls, braids or just plain straight? Up or down? Casual or chic? With cute accessories like bows, clips and bands or without?

Make-up?
For a girl who only wears a hint of make-up (never leaves her house without mascara on her lashes, and only uses some bright red lipstick on occasion) this is another tricky decision to make. Go for the usual a.k.a. casual stuff? Or visit a pro and let them help out? And of extreme importance in this matter: when is ‘over the top’ too much?

I could go on and on forever, summing up all these harsh decisions-to-make. Invites? Guests? Photos? Treats? Drinks? Dinner? Trip afterwards? Dress code? Car? Decorations? Music? Flowers? Seating arrangements? Time schedule? Hotel stay? Accessories?

At the end of the day, all these questions are of secondary importance. It all comes down to 1 answer only…

“I do!”

I know, last week I posted a really cute summery peep toe. The cold and snowy weather made me long for better (read: warmer) days…

And even though I still think that the winter is the worst season ever and even though I still believe that warm, fuzzy summer thoughts will chase the cold, I couldn’t help falling in love with these, not exactly summerlike, boots!

The stud wedge boots by Pixie Market will match most of my outfits perfectly. One thing I’m not so sure of; will the eye candies fit in my overcrowded shoe cabinet?!

All right already. Just cut it out. I’m fed up with it. Enough is enough. A little bit is quite fun. But this is the bloody limit. P-L-E-A-S-E, can someone negotiate with the Weather Emperor and try to convince his Royal Highness to stop the cold, white, slippery mess!?

I know it’s nice to have a white Christmas (and yes, I’m familiar with the song!) and I’m also aware of the fact that some sports just require snow. But, if you’re living in a non-winter sports country like the Netherlands and Christmas lies two weeks behind us; why are we still stuck with that damn snow?

Last week I was biking through our capital, which is a risky business without any snowy conditions, so you can imagine that it was a pretty hazardous trip with all this icy snow in the streets. After  a couple of ‘oh-my-god-will-I-survive-slips-and-nearly-crashes’ I decided my life is worth more than a tragic snowy end, so I parked my bike in the shed and started to walk the walks. And I can assure you; some walks aren’t made for walking! (these days public transport isn’t the way to go either, I don’t like to be stuck with my nose in someone else’s armpit, falling in someone’s lap with every turn, packed like sardines in a way-too-hot can!)

Of course I can imagine that the snow is real fun for kids. Going up and down the hills with a sledge, making big snowmen, throwing snowballs in a HARMLESS way. I used to do all that as well. But yesterday I was walking towards a high school and suddenly decided to make a very quick U-turn (I had to force myself to walk calmly instead of running). And what was going on? There were some guys having a huge snow fight and by the look of it: it wasn’t really harmless. They were throwing balls with such speed that they resembled professional pitchers at the Major League Baseball. And another stroller in front of me wasn’t left out of their ’fun’ game, no that was their new target. Well, the idea of me turning up as a living snowman at the office didn’t exactly seem tempting. Nor the fact that I could end up with a black eye due to a big and icy snowball in the face. No thanks.

Waking up this morning I realized my prayers hadn’t been answered. Yet another new layer of snow in the streets… Grrrr, this means that for the 26^th day in a row I have to leave my adorable high heels, booties, sky-high wedges and high heeled boots (and trust me, I have a lot to choose from in the afore mentioned categories) in my beautiful shoe cabinet. Because, again, I can moonwalk my way to work in my Rubber Ducks, which are practically glued to my feet these days. P-L-E-A-S-E, stop the cold, white, slippery mess!