My best friend is getting married next Saturday. She’s been planning for the last eighteen months and as her maid of honor I’ve been right there by her side. If any of you have ever planned a wedding before you know how many details have to be coordinated – how many different vendors have to be contracted and aligned so that everything is perfect on that special day. We both have been dieting like crazy. She’s lost 22 pounds and looks fantastic. I’ve lost 2 pounds and at least by boyfriend says I look fantastic. I choose to believe him!
With everything finally coming together there is something that I think that Marie has overlooked – her shoes. I guess this is just where she and I differ. I love – no, wait – I am in love with all of my shoes. There is no better feel in the world than walking out of a store with a brand new pair of shoes. I love everything about them. I love the smell of new suede. I love the feel of a leather strap. I love the shine of patent leather. I love the sound that stilettos make on a hardwood floor. I love the way all of the heels are lined up perfectly in my shoe organizers.
Marie, on the other hand, does not like shoes nearly as much. She can’t understand my obsession. She literally can fit her entire collection in three shoe boxes underneath her bed. That’s all she needs for shoe storage. She thinks shoes are something to keep your feet from hurting when you walk on the street. I suppose that’s one use for them. This is one of the few places where she and I disagree. I love her despite her faults.
Anyway, the point is that she hasn’t yet picked out any real shoes for her wedding ceremony or her reception. This is blowing my mind. She’s planning on wearing cowboy boots in honor of her dad. That’s sweet and that is perfect for her, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me cringe even a little. The boots are just for the ceremony. For the reception she’s going to be wearing her New Balance tennis shoes. She wants to be comfortable and says that no one is going to see her feet anyway. That’s so not the point!
When I get married, that is the first this I’m going to plan. Who cares about a reception hall? I can do without a florist. What I need to explore is what am I going to be wearing on my feet during my dream wedding – and believe me I’ve been dreaming about it. Half of the shoes I’ve bought since college have been purchased with that special day in mind, at least partially. Lucky for me, my shoe storage cabinet acts as an archive for those dreams. Ten minutes after I get engaged I’m running to my closet to start planning my wedding. I can’t wait!
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