Well, ladies, I did it! (Or, I sort of did it, chickened
out, and then my mom did it for me). Either way, I am now in the
possession of my wedding shoes!
(Even if I did kick and scream all the way to the register). {Ed Note:
In case you do not recall, Carly is afflicted with a disturbing and
inexplicable disdain for shoe shopping. Read about it here.}
Last weekend, my mom and I scoured the King of Prussia
mall searching for the least mother-of-the bride-looking dress for the
mother of this bride. We visited each department store and some
specialty stores as well, looking for her perfect dress. The tricky part
was finding something that wasn’t super matronly (I have a hot mom!)
but was still tasteful and not a bridesmaid dress. This charge was
harder than it might sound, and my mom tried on quite a few dresses. In
the end, though, we left the mall with two great contenders that she can
decide between in the next three months (at no penalty so long as all
tags are attached).
While we were at the mall, we decided that I should
browse for my wedding shoes (yuck). As I mentioned before, I detest shoe
shopping and am not afraid to admit it. My mom, on the other hand,
loves shoes, so she encouraged me to look around. Part of the problem is
I don’t really know what I want. I decided that I don’t want white, but
was still iffy as to whether I wanted to go with mint (my bridesmaid
dress color) or silver (I just love the sparkle!). I was hoping that
putting the shoes on would help make my decision easier, but I was
wrong.
There were two dance shoes
that caught my eye in Macy’s, one mint and one sparkly-silver. I handed
both to the salesman and waited for my size eights to appear. I took
off my boots in anticipation and realized that my feet were in no
condition to be trying on wedding shoes. I looked at my feet in horror,
trying to wrack my brain as to why I haven’t gotten a pedi (or at least a
polish change, for crying out loud) in months. So, there I stood,
chipped-polish toes, trying to pick the women high heel shoes
I’m going to wear on this day I’ve dreamed of (and planned for) for so
long. And, as princessy as it sounds, I just couldn’t pick a pair
because I just wasn’t feeling in the right state of feet to do so. (I’m
admitting this to you, my readers, because I think it’s important to
share how ridiculous and nutso wedding planning can make you!) So, I
told my mom I needed to think it over and ushered her out to look at
more MOB dresses.
I conveniently forgot to make a decision and, as we finally left the mall, my mom said, “What about shoes?!?”
“I just can’t.” I told her, “I’ll figure it out later.”
Well, my mom was not taking “later” as an answer, not
when we have dresses to hem. (No, I haven’t visited a tailor yet. Yes, I
know I’m cutting it close!) Two days later, my mom sent me a picture
message of the sparkly-silver shoe letting me know that she’d found them
in my size at another mall, and was taking them home with her.
I don’t think I’ve been too difficult in this whole
wedding-planning process, but I was being extremely indecisive about the
shoes. Thanks, Mom, for recognizing that I was very close to being
shoeless at my wedding, and just taking care of business.
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