It took me four weeks to pick out my shoes. I finally found something perfectly teal, with a heel high enough to get me to the same height as all of my bridesmaids, and wonderfully summery. Only to hear my mom's voice of reason point out that a spiky heel is maybe not the best choice for an outdoor wedding. There goes breakdown number one.
Okay, I know it's just shoes, but really, it's not. It seems as though every decision I've made in the past month has fallen through. See, there's the fact that it's likely going to be 110 degrees this July and I chose a stupid outdoor wedding. Followed by the brilliant idea of the custom lego minifig favors--whose maker never replied to my inquiry, leaving me, yet again, with no idea for the favor. (If you know anyone who does custom minifigs, hook. me. up.) Add to this the four week shoe research extravaganza. Trust me, I love shoes. But no one wants to look for shoes for more than one week without buying a pair. After four weeks? The shoes begin to blend and blur into one another until you end up with 9 tabs in your browser of the same shoe.
Well the good news is that Mom and I figured out that I have two strong men in my life who will keep me steady on the gravel--Dad will take me down the aisle and Hon will bring me back safely to the solid ground of the restaurant. I'm pretty good in heels on my own, so this will work. Finally. My shoes have been bought.
Then I email out to the girls the shoe I picked for them. After weeks of research, a vote and trying on the top two picks myself, I finally found the perfect shoe: these super cute linen Toms flats.
Except for one thing.
They don't have them in my Maid of Honor's size. They have them in 5.5, 6.5, 7.5, 8, 8.5, 9, 9.5 etc. But that 7 is so markedly absent.
Breakdown number two. Only this time, instead of crying on the phone to Mom and Dad, I checked out what turned out to be a very awkward apartment. It wasn't even interesting enough to show Hon. Then I tried retail therapy. Which means I bought paper for the fans I'm making for the inevitable insane heat wave this summer, I looked at fun shoes for me before realizing that I was too miserable to have good taste, and then bought a bottle of wine instead. CSI NY finally posted a new episode.
So here I am, back at the beginning again, only with out a cute Disney song to make it fun and romantic. I don't even have an enemy to hate. Being upset at Toms for not having the selection I want seems a little ironic and makes me more ethically backwards than the Wicked Witch of the West in the original version.
Okay, I know it's just shoes, but really, it's not. It seems as though every decision I've made in the past month has fallen through. See, there's the fact that it's likely going to be 110 degrees this July and I chose a stupid outdoor wedding. Followed by the brilliant idea of the custom lego minifig favors--whose maker never replied to my inquiry, leaving me, yet again, with no idea for the favor. (If you know anyone who does custom minifigs, hook. me. up.) Add to this the four week shoe research extravaganza. Trust me, I love shoes. But no one wants to look for shoes for more than one week without buying a pair. After four weeks? The shoes begin to blend and blur into one another until you end up with 9 tabs in your browser of the same shoe.
Well the good news is that Mom and I figured out that I have two strong men in my life who will keep me steady on the gravel--Dad will take me down the aisle and Hon will bring me back safely to the solid ground of the restaurant. I'm pretty good in heels on my own, so this will work. Finally. My shoes have been bought.
Then I email out to the girls the shoe I picked for them. After weeks of research, a vote and trying on the top two picks myself, I finally found the perfect shoe: these super cute linen Toms flats.
Except for one thing.
They don't have them in my Maid of Honor's size. They have them in 5.5, 6.5, 7.5, 8, 8.5, 9, 9.5 etc. But that 7 is so markedly absent.
Breakdown number two. Only this time, instead of crying on the phone to Mom and Dad, I checked out what turned out to be a very awkward apartment. It wasn't even interesting enough to show Hon. Then I tried retail therapy. Which means I bought paper for the fans I'm making for the inevitable insane heat wave this summer, I looked at fun shoes for me before realizing that I was too miserable to have good taste, and then bought a bottle of wine instead. CSI NY finally posted a new episode.
So here I am, back at the beginning again, only with out a cute Disney song to make it fun and romantic. I don't even have an enemy to hate. Being upset at Toms for not having the selection I want seems a little ironic and makes me more ethically backwards than the Wicked Witch of the West in the original version.
But with Easter this weekend and a wonderful visit planned to see two good friends, I think I'll table the shoes for a while. Maybe barefoot will be the next wedding trend? For now, that's my plan at least.
/hug
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