I’m a closet horror flick junkie. Old stuff. New Stuff. Silly stuff. Gory stuff. Doesn’t matter. One of the Lambster’s roommates had a pretty big DVD collection that included a lot of horror movies. When Woolly Lover Boy would have to stand duty on his boat, I would get up in the morning to say goodbye and then pick out a stack of movies to pass the day away. Nothing like Texas Chainsaw Massacre at 5:30 AM. One trick they almost always use to enhance the fear is an open door for the antagonist to return for a (what will surely be a terribly executed) sequel.
My wedding shoe search is pretty much like a lame-o horror flick series. I dealt with the Tom Cruise mental block. I dealt with the oppressive people pleasing. I thought everything was calm and right in the world again. We shot our gorgeous engagement photos. Duh, duh, DUH!
Lamma-ramma-ding-dong saw the photos and asked me if it was too late for me to get a pair of flats to wear to the wedding.
*AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH* (blood curdling scream)
Right. The nerves in my stomach started to twitch. The hair stood up on the back of my neck. I immediately called the seamstress to see if the dress had already been hemmed to the height of my heels. I rescheduled a last minute fitting to pin the new length. Then I commenced on a frantic two day search from you know where in order to find a pair of shoes for the rescheduled fitting. I went to every shoe store at the mall. I went to Rack Room, DSW, Marshall’s, Ross, Steinmart, and TJ Maxx. I revisited all of the flats that I had considered before. I was running in circles. I was sick about spending more money. I was waking up every day and reliving the wedding shoe search! After two days of being skunked, I rescheduled the appointment again to buy more time for the search.
Ewe Mother sent me 20+ links during searches she did while recovering from an illness. She assured me that we would find something. Lambaid L scoured the internets as well, hoping to hit it big after she came through the engagement shoes. After another week, we came up with two contenders.
As they say, “If the shoe fits…” – so I ordered them and held my breath. Could any good come from either of these? The kitten heels were risky, but was the red riskier? Would they fit? Would the Lamb Inflicter of Misery like them? Would Ewe Mother like them? Would I like them?
Just like a bad sequel, I’m going to leave you hanging so that I can reintroduce my whole look.
Did you make a wedding related decision that keeps un-resolving itself? What wedding related item has been your toughest search?
This article was originally posted onWeddingbee.
