With my wedding coming up next month, I decided it was probably about time I found some shoes to go with my dress.
One of my best friends, who is actually in my wedding, loaned me a nice pair she had bought for her wedding that she ended up not wearing.
Cool! I’ll take anything free, as long as it looks good.
They’re ivory with beautiful decorative beads and a modest two-inch heel. (I’m not that much shorter than my fiance, so I didn’t need much.)
So, I went to my dress fitting and realized my dress wouldn’t need any alterations. Yippee! More money saved. The problem is that it’s only if I wear extremely flat shoes.
Being the money saving mastermind that I am, I opted not to dish out hundreds of dollars to have the dress extended and kissed those very beautiful, very free, shoes goodbye.
Now I was a woman on a mission to find the perfect shoe. Prince Charming need not apply.
I hate shopping. I hate it because I always have something specific in mind and can never, I repeat, NEVER find it!
My plan was to find a shoe that had a slight heel (by slight I mean no more than one inch), was white and had some sort of sparkley something on it.
I dragged my mother and my sister to Parisian in Rochester Hills, DSW in Farmington Hills and every single shoe store at Great Lakes Crossing.
Nothing.
They were too plain, too gaudy, too expensive and just plain ugly. Not to mention, there weren’t ANY that were white.
I searched for hours online. Nordstrom’s, Marshall Field’s–anywhere. Nothing.
I even lost sleep at night over this whole situation.
According to my mom, I should just buy those silky, white, flat slippers meant for comfort and my problem would be solved.
No offense to anyone who did wear those at their wedding, but I think they’re awful and wouldn’t be caught dead in them.
Then I began to think…who’s going to see my feet anyway? Does it really matter what I wear?
YES!
It’s my wedding after all and if I’ll feel more graceful and stylish in them, then why not?
My dad has been calling me ‘bridezilla? the past few months, but I can think of a few worse names my mom and sister could’ve called me that night.
I just about gave up my pursuit for the perfect shoe and decided to go barefoot, when I was browsing through Nine West’s website.
(Cue the angels singing hallelujah from the heavens above)
Finally!
The color I wanted, the small heel I wanted, the sparkely thing right on the front of the shoe I wanted!
Click the picture. Proceed to checkout.
I guess I can’t complain about this week of stress I endured because my wedding planning so far has gone pretty smoothly.
My shoes were delivered yesterday and the box is sitting right next to my bed.
Maybe now I’ll get some sleep.