And then Lies was suddenly gone. Well, suddenly, I had enough time to let it sink in, but still. An editor from the very beginning, just poof into the wide world. So I had to look for someone who could fill this big, Sophia Webster size 41 to be precise. The search for that fierce editor continues, but to fill the big gaping hole in between, I asked my favorite editor from my Marie Claire era to delight you with her slightly chaotic yet always witty thoughts. So that you get to know her a bit today - drumroll - in this column: Renske Hoff.

What is your most used excuse?

‘That’s just the point, I’m really bad at excuses. I often try to come up with something, but I always get unmasked immediately. ‘How come your bike tire was flat? You were on your own bike, right?’ Often I start rambling some nonsense out of pure helplessness. ‘Yesss, haha, so weird, I thought it was flat, but it turned out it was just soft. So I pumped it up on the way. That’s a job, you know! And no, of course I don’t have a pump with me, but luckily a friend passed by with a pump, what a coincidence… - Okay Renske, STOP AGAIN.‘

Which movie, TV show, or series makes you cry every time?

‘I cry so often about things on TV/on the internet that it’s hard to keep up. In any case, I always cry when children are born. And I always have to cry at ‘Hello Goodbye’. I love it. A day without crying is a day not lived.’

Your ultimate guilty pleasure?

‘‘Good Times Bad Times’ is my hope in fearful days. Nothing better than getting seriously worked up about the terrible situations in Meerdijk after a tough workday. And of course, I must also mention: all the singing shows from around the world, fries with way too much mayonnaise and of course: wine. What would a person do without wine.’

What bad music do you secretly enjoy?

‘It might not be that bad, but you can’t really call her songs very cool: the first hits of Kelly Clarkson.’

What is your secret hobby?

‘Marktplaats. It seems like I’m seriously busy reading and answering emails, but in the meantime, I’m searching on Marktplaats for way too expensive vintage sofas, fifties vases, coffee tables, and brass birds. Which I often can’t buy at all, because: broke.’

And your strangest trait?

‘Strange traits are my middle name, just try to put me in a box. I love luxury items, but also vintage junk. Furthermore, I can stand in front of the mirror for hours (to the point it becomes sad, let’s say), but I can also leave the house with wet hair. I’m a big fan of high heels AND Birkenstocks. Yes, that’s really there. And I can immensely enjoy refined food, but after a night out, I’ll calmly eat a fries with stew in a dirty late-night snack bar. With a brand new Vuitton next to me on the table.’

Do you have an obsession?

‘I think I’m really addicted to wine worrying. My boyfriend once gave me a little book titled ‘Worry Princesses’ a long, long time ago. It was meant jokingly, but now it’s bitterly serious. I always think something is a terrible disaster with something. And if you absolutely must wear those pumps, make sure they are a pair with an ankle strap, so your leg is broken up again. Also very nice: a nice sneaker. Nikes, Vans, Mipacha’s, actually anything works, and such a sporty shoe creates a nice contrast with the sexy skirt. or that a horrible disaster is going to happen.’

What would people really not expect from you?

‘That I have anger outbursts. Quite severe ones, where for example a shoe or two flies across the room or worse: an iPad breaks. By the way, I always have anger outbursts directed at objects or situations, never at people, so don’t worry.’

What is your biggest pointless irritation?

‘That I no longer fit into size 38 (I KNOW). But it’s completely pointless to be bothered by this, because I can actually do something about it. Mmm.’

And in terms of food? What do you secretly eat on the couch that you really shouldn’t?

‘It’s cheese, people. Cheese. And chocolate. And soft-boiled eggs (!). But really. That’s terribly chic and French.’

Which word do you actually use just a little too often?

‘Facebook. And wine.’