Shoes

So right now, I’ve got wedding stuff on the brain. Just a fair warning, in case you wanted to steer clear of that sort of thing.

And actually, by “wedding stuff” I really just mean “wedding shoes.”

There’s this school of thought out there that says that you must wear white shoes or silver shoes to a wedding, if you’re the bride and wearing a wedding dress and all. I know it’s floating out there, although I don’t really know why it is. Perhaps people like matching? Perhaps they feel that, in general, the dress is the show stopper, and the shoes should work to blend in? I really don’t know. What I do know, is that I have always found that to be absolutely ridiculous.

In my opinion, if you’re aiming for a show-stopping dress and to feel like a million bucks, it starts at the feet.

I mean, what is the point of getting a pedicure if you are not going to be slipping your feet into the most delicious pair of shoes you have ever owned?

All this to say, I am going to get married in the most beautiful shoes I can lay my hands on. And they will be designer shoes. That’s right, I am going to spend an unreasonable sum on a pair of shoes. I don’t feel bad about it. In fact, quite the opposite: I’m so excited I can’t sit still.

So the shoe shopping began the other day. I sent Naomi about fifteen emails in quick succession, each containing a photograph of a shoe I was drooling over.

Here is a sampling:

Stuart Weitzman red pumps. These very sexy ones, here:

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They make my pulse race and my face smile, involuntarily.

Then there’s these Jimmy Choos. If Doug hadn’t asked me to marry him, it is quite possible that I would be asking these shoes for their heel in marriage.

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Finally, another show-stopping pair of red shoes, these ones D’Orsay Valentinos:

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Incidentally, I suspect that I am obsessed with D’Orsay shoes. They’re glorious and I have but one pair, which really seems like a shame, considering the wonder that is the arches of my feet. But I digress.

I don’t think it’s unreasonable for a girl such as myself to be soaking in the true pleasure and delight that comes with knowing that a pair of shoes this beautiful, a pair of shoes that makes me feel like I own the world and can walk all over it with sexiness, will be mine.