10 points to anyone who gets the reference for that title.
Now that I had picked out my dress, my attention turned immediately and fully to the much bigger decision: the shoes. I am a shoe person by any definition. I am hopelessly clueless about how to dress myself, so my day-to-day wardrobe consists of jeans, a tee shirt or tank top, and some kick-ass shoes. I feel like they make it an "outfit" rather than something I just pulled out of the laundry basket (which, ahem, I would *never* do. Yeah, never. Moving on...).
Whereas I decided on my dress in a single afternoon, I spent weeks--nay, months!--agonizing over the shoes. I scoured each and every shoe store website, checked on every pair in Macy's, DSW, Bakers, and even Payless during each trip to the mall. I found hundreds of pairs that I absolutely loved, but there were some requirements that made actually choosing a pair insanely difficult:
- I'm pretty tall. 5'8", which isn't insane, but it is in the upper levels of normal. This in itself isn't a problem, since Jeff is 6'1". However, my dad is going to be walking me down the aisle, and he's also 5'8". I'm okay with being a little taller than him in heels, but it definitely rules out platforms and anything over 3 inches.
- While I drool over pictures of Balenciaga, Louboutin, and Manolo, I actually BUY Mossimo, Style&Co., and, sometimes, Nine West on sale at Ross. My budget just does not meet the needs of my taste. I love bargain hunting and finding killer shoes in my price range, but it definitely takes a lot of leg work.
- I hate white shoes. There, I said it. There are women who can pull off this look, but I choose not to even attempt to be one of them. Maybe because I'm not easy on things and I know white doesn't stand a chance, maybe because I got scared off by that whole "no white after labor day" thing, I don't know. I just know I don't do white. Which becomes a problem when you slap the word "bridal" in front of a shoe search.
(From this website)
However, searching for these online was kinda scary: I'm crazy-particular about shades of yellow and was terrified of getting something best described as "mustard" or, in my own personal vocabulary, "baby poop yellow". So, basically, I decided to search for silver instead.
The first pair of shoes I ordered (yes, you can see where this is going) was from Piperlime. So pretty and feminine and just a teensy bit edgy:
I was so excited to get these, and thrilled that I had found *my* shoes. I tracked their shipment obsessively until, one day when I got home from work, I finally saw the telltale Piperlime box leaning against my front door. I cut open the box, peeled back the tissue paper, and stood in pure awe. So pretty. So very, very pretty. A little shinier than I had expected, but I was ok with that. I tried them on right away. I slipped it onto my foot, admired the pretty, and then stood up with my full weight on the shoe. Huh. Felt a little loose. No worries, I thought, it's just because I'm wearing one 3 1/2" heel and one flat. I put on the other shoe. I took two steps. My right foot came flying out of the pretty silver shoe.
Major sad face. The length of the shoe was right, but that strap at the front was just.too.wide. I hurried to my computer to see whether this was maybe just a fluke. But when I pulled up the reviews online for the Pierre Dumas Godiva, I saw countless others saying the same thing: that front strap was just too big. And ordering a half-size smaller would make the length wrong. Sigh. They had to go back.
Lesson learned from Shoes #1: Always, ALWAYS read customer reviews first when buying online.
Because this post is already way too long, the shoe saga will have to continue another day. Until next time, I leave you with more shoe eye candy:
Sigh.
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