DOWN WITH SUMMER: Autumn is a girl's best friend

It is raining in Amsterdam today. When I say raining, I don't mean the occasional inconvenient drizzle, I mean a full-on-torrential-rain-poncho-necessitating downpour. You might think this would be a cause for despair, the final nail in the coffin of the swift european 'summer', but, dear reader, I am rejoicing. Here's why:

OUT WITH THE SKIRTS, IN WITH THE TROUSERS

If I told you I had a thigh gap, it wouldn't just be a lie, it would be a farce of monstrous proportions. My thighs sit firmly in the 'I need bicycle shorts under my skirts in the summer to prevent the grossest chafing situation ever' category. Whilst my chunky thighs don't necessarily bother me, skirts in the summer totally do. In the winter, when I can wear thick, silky, luxurious tights, count me the heck in for some ladylike attire. In the summer, when tights = sweaty evil leg prisons, forget about it. Shorts too while I'm at it, f**k shorts. I have yet to find a pair of shorts which don't have an air of seedy streetwalker when combined with my giant butt. Autumn means I can retire my dorky bicycle shorts (and my epilator, to be perfectly honest), so excuse me whilst I save 1000 trouser related outfit ideas to my pinterest.

BEING A MOODY LITTLE S**T IS SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE AGAIN

Now that it's raining, netflix and chill (in the literal sense, not in the sexy sense, obv.) will become a totally acceptable way to spend one's weekend/every evening after work. As the invitations to BBQs and 'chillings' out in the sun start to peeter out, we don't need to make exuses for being ridiculously antisocial in our downtime. Losers of the world rejoice!

WE CAN ALL STOP PRETENDING TO BE NATURALLY SUNKISSED

The continual toss up between wanting a gorgeous, sexy natural tan and not wanting your skin to turn to leather has been seemingly solved by spf creams and fake tan. However, annoyingly, there is still some kind of weird social pressure to be some kind of glowy bronzed goddess as long as it's still nice out. I call bullsh*t. Let's all be happy the summer is over so we can go back to wearing too much makeup and morticia addams style lipsticks with no fear of judgement from the glowy (sweaty), sunkissed/burned, masses!