A quick note about word usage: I use the word “waffle” here as a noun. I know, I know, waffle already IS a noun — those delicious round things we drizzle syrup on — but I use the word waffle interchangeably with ‘style dilemma,’ as in “I am having a huge waffle over which of these shirts to get my husband for his birthday.” Note to self: Ken does not care which shirt I choose because a) he is color blind and b) he cares less about fashion than a pet turtle.
I have several friends and family members who have held my hand during my waffles — the sofa in green velvet or a taupe-colored twill? Strappy silver sandals or black flats for the wedding in San Francisco? — but I worry that I am over-taxing my loved ones with my waffling. Because yes, I realize my indecisions are a luxury, a first-world problem, an indulgent activity. But I also realize escapism can be fun. And when it comes right down to it, I do care about my aesthetic environment and I do want to buy things I love, even though I have lots of trouble choosing between them.
So take this website with a grain of salt and have fun. Vote on any of the waffles you have an opinion on, and send me any of your own by clicking on the button below.
