Waffler: Someone who is indecisive, has trouble making up her mind.
Yep, that’s me. I’m a waffler. At least I am when I have to make a decision about buying furniture. Or shoes. Or a housewarming gift. Don’t get me wrong, I do have strong opinions about lots of things: books, politics, my husband and kids, dark chocolate vs. milk chocoate (dark), whether the toilet paper should hang over or under (over). But when it comes to choosing paint colors, deciding on a sofa, or purchasing the dreaded summer swimsuit, I’m quite the waffler.
You see, it’s not that I can’t find things I like, the problem is that I find too many things I like. When I look at Martha Stewarty cottage-style furniture, I think “oh, how happy and light, that’s how I should decorate my basement.” Then I read a magazine like Dwell and I say to myself “exactly. Modern minimalism is the way to go.” Shoe shopping is even worse. Faced with a store of pretty shoes, I panic: chic, black and possibly torture for my feet, or solid, comfortable, and a little homely? Or maybe tall boots with skinny jeans? Can I pull off tall boots? What am I thinking, I can’t pull of skinny jeans! Maybe a pair of ballet flats?
You get the point. I waffle. Hello, my name is Molly and I am a waffler.
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