Only eight weeks left. I still remember when it was eight months. When it was a year. And that one moment when a ring was conjured up is almost two years ago. Only eight weeks are on the clock. I'm going to be incredibly excited to the point of a nervous breakdown. Questions about how it will be, how everything will fall into place, how I will feel, whether I will experience everything to the most intense moment or if it will be a blur, are racing through my mind. Just like the question of whether I can say my vows without trembling. How those of Teun will be. Who will speak. Who will be the wedding fool (there's always one who ends up drunk in their hotel room or enters the dance floor with a bare torso after midnight). All questions that I sometimes can't sleep over, especially in the middle of the night. It's so exciting. Just like the fact that tomorrow my dress is hanging in this rack to try it on again. Luckily, my shoes arrived on time.

I will reveal that they are from Chloé. But really showing them, I will save for the big day. They were sold out everywhere, but I found them in Italy and ordered them online only to hear a few days later that they were unfortunately no longer available. The stress kicked in, the search began. And then there was MyTheresa. Next to my size was ‘last pair’. I had never added shoes to my digital shopping cart so quickly, typed in the numbers of my credit card, and then it went wrong again. I screamed. My fiancé came to see. I yelled that I was ‘GOING COMPLETELY CRAZY’. Well, sometimes the very well-controlled bridezilla does come out. I really behave myself, you know, no problems at all. But sometimes (very rarely) I do go a little completely crazy. Luckily, Teun takes the bull by the horns immediately. He calmly taps some buttons and a few days later the shoes are on my countertop. Mom says it's a no-no, because ‘shoes on the countertop is poverty’. But these Chloés are a work of art and artworks can definitely be on the countertop. Right?

Sandals and no jacket and then suddenly there was storm Stella. All bridges closed and all schools too. And this day was two days before. No, but further there is nothing wrong with the climate...

Storm Stella is here and Blue has to be put into a ski suit again. He doesn't like it at all.

And so I'm locked inside again. All the closets are being cleaned out and I believe I'm done with the woolen pants and sweaters, can it please be spring again, New York? Luckily, I'm almost off to this sunset in Italy. Only eight weeks left...