Some freaking dangerous shit, those leg-warmers.

What do you think of the overknee trend? Personally, I love it. I think it's a much warmer alternative to those thin tights I normally wear. Because even though those might have stripes, dots or little hearts, they do not keep the cold away from my legs. And so, to me, overknees and leg-warmers are a yes this winter. I must warn you though; they might not always be the safest option...

The other week I bought a pair of cool, knitted, half grey and half black leg-warmers at H&M. I wore them to a party that night (cannot recommend - bloody hot!), and to school a couple days later (can definitely recommend - lots of compliments). But here's the thing: as I live in Amsterdam, we Dutchies tend to transport ourselves by bikes. And biking while wearing these leg-warmers comes with certain risks. Ever had loose laces while riding your bicycle? Exactly. It's freaking dangerous shit. 

I had a similar experience yesterday, whilst riding to my friend's birthday dinner. I had just entered her street when I suddenly felt a strong force pulling my high heeled right foot down. It was as if someone from behind had grabbed my wedge and started pulling me from the back, making it impossible for me to cycle one meter more. I had to stop and step off, but simply couldn't. Apparently my leg-warmer had sagged all the way over my wedge and then twisted itself around my pedal... Whilst still sitting on my bike, I gave a pull to the warmer. No luck. A quick glance around ensured me no one was watching or secretly sniggering behind his curtains. After another three failed attempts, I finally found a way to step down, but - obviously... - not without landing gracefully on my knees. Thank god the dark started falling otherwise people would have surely noticed my warm, red cheeks. 

Still on my knees, another quick pull wasn't helpful either. I tried twisting the warmer the other way, but only made it worse. Hopelessly I stared around. Cars were racing by, people on bikes rushed to their warm homes, and no one cared to help. 

"It seemed the only solution was to undress myself right there and then."

Ha. Ha. Ok, so I got stuck. Doesn't matter. I coughed a few times. Then I produced a high, strange sound that was supposed to be some sort of nervous little laugh, but sounded like a newborn chick, and apologetically rolled my eyes to a passing lady who was walking her dog, as if surely everyone knows what it feels like to get stuck to your bike once every so often.

It seemed the only solution was to undress myself right there and then. Ignoring the sudden wind that attacked my leg whilst rolling down the leg-warmer, I bravely continued on my mission. Only to discover I had to take of my shoe first. While stumbling with my bike I unzipped my bootie, and as fast as I could took off the warmer. Whilst still balancing my way on the side of the bicycle lane, I now had one heel on (read: my new 13,5 cm high wedged boots...) and one foot on the ice cold pavement. After what felt like at least thirty minutes - but may have been a little less - I released the poor leg-warmer from its misery. Triumphantly I stretched my arm up in the air, holding my warmer as if it was a trophy I had just won for some exhausting athletic performance. My joy may have been sweet, it was also short, when I realised the rather unusual look I gave for passing strangers. I immediately dropped my arm and quickly inspected the sock. No holes or damaged bits. Completely relieved I put on my heel again, but just in time thought of the right leg-warmer I was still holding in my hands. I was not planning on making an even bigger fool out of myself by biking with only one warmer on. When everything was finally back in its original place, I jumped back on my bike.

I ensured myself no one had seen any of the previous behaviour. Completely satisfied with my discrete actions, I smiled and continued the last 100 meters to my friends doorstep. Then I heard someone fighting his laughs, and so I looked up to where it was coming from and noticed a group of at least six boys (read: hot seventeen year-olds may be way too young for a girl my age, in my heart I still feel fourteen). They were standing at the balcony above me and as soon as they saw me look up, they started laughing their heads off. 

Instead of a leg-warmer, I deserve an actual trophy, as I have never cycled those 100 meters as fast as that night. 

♡ Thanks for reading and feel free to leave a 'lovely thought' on my post!  Don't forget  to follow me with bloglovin' or sign up for e-mail updates.

Making excushoes

Strappy sandals, wicked wedges or the
perfect pair of black heels: what's not to love?

As summer proceeds, so does the summersale. Though my closet has officially reached its limit, I strongly believe a girl can never have too many shoes. Apparently I don't stand alone in this as Sweden brings us more than just H&M: home product retailer Ikea is there for a girl like me.

Ikea came up with the luminous idea of big roll out baskets that perfectly fit under your bed. An easy storage for my countless pairs of heels... It does embarrass me sometimes, when - for example - a friend is at my place and I feel the strong urge to - big sigh from friend - change my look yet again. I open my closet doors, pull out a series of tops and shorts, quickly decide what to wear and then pull out my drawer from under the bed to find a matching pair of open toed strappy sandals, wicked wedges or the perfect pair of black heels. The friend wants to speak, is dying to speak, but simply can't: the astonishing look of my beloved heels is mind blowing and is making them speechless. I know the feeling, believe me. Why do you think I am always late? It's the shoes. They're the ones to blame.

Canvas black newbies will provide elegance

Anyhow, they are so very useful, these drawers. My shoes are all stored under my bed, neatly lined up, waiting to be the lucky pick of the day and to be worn, out in the sun, onto the streets.










And when they are the chosen pair, they do a little dance, smile politely to the mailman, grin sarcastically to tourists and raise their eyebrows when an 'interesting' other floats by. The threat of losing their status as #1 is always there, and so they try to keep me away from shoe stores as much as they can. I thank them for that.

But shoes are like people. They sometimes need a change of scene, meet intriguing new pairs, chat with special ones, sleep with someone other than the usual one. It can get rather boring for them, these countless pairs of shoes, stored in the dark, under my bed. They need someone to spice things up a little. And that is exactly when they decide to subtly lure me to the shops...

And that, my dear readers, is how it happened that I came home with three pairs of new heels last week.  I'm not to blame, nor is the weatherman. It's the shoes themselves!

No doubt a red suede pair of wedges with three cute little straps will add some colour and a little spanish temperament, a mouse grey pair will most likely bring some peace, and (this weeks favourite) black canvas wedges with open toe and open sides will surely take care of some elegance in my basket drawer. I intend to take good care of my shoes, so they will do the same for me. And, well, if this makes my shoes happy, who am I to complain...?

No doubt a red pair will add some spice in my basket drawer

Take care of your shoes, and your shoes will take care of you

♡ Thanks for reading and don't forget to follow me with bloglovin'!

I ♥...

...Getting a two page update by mail on your friends’ life, who lives on the other side of the globe.