Weddingbee Blog

Today I had a major heartbreak.

I had to break up with my shoes.

I know it sounds ridiculous, but let me tell you about these shoes. Or even better, I’ll let the shoes speak for themselves:

I feel the need to explain here. I didn’t set out to buy them. But I *did* hunt around this past weekend for some wedding shoes, and these were on major sale! There was one pair left, staring so longingly at me from the rack (a bit of projection here, I know) and for anyone who has been to a shoe sale in NYC, you know that I just had to snatch them up.

I tried them on, and they. were. heavenly. The rest was all a blur - all I could see was red, and I don’t remember much. The next thing I knew, I was back in my apartment, my heart beating fast, my hands clutching a shopping bag holding the most beloved pair of shoes. I knew what I had done, but I didn’t think it was wrong… wait a minute, isn’t that the insanity plea used in court? (Sorry, this is what you get when I write with a Law & Order marathon on TV.)

I was so excited to have found my wedding shoes, and a pair of super cute ones at that, and I didn’t realize till later that these shoes that were The Ones, probably weren’t The Ones. Here’s why:

1. They’re really red. Any nothing else in the wedding is…

… unless you count Mr. Hammy’s face, haha! (Just kidding, I love you, ’mmkay?)

I love the look of red shoes, but there are two issues. First, nothing else in the wedding is red - as you know, the bridesmaids’ dresses are navy, and the accent colors are gold and cream. That might not be a huge deal, but this is - the silhouette of my dress means that my shoes will peek out with every step - a little distracting when they are bright red.

2. They’re too tall

I love me some heels. They add that oh-so-flattering and slimming height. My go-to heels for a fancy night out are 4 inches. These lovely Louboutins are 4.75″, which I just love! But sadly, I’m not sure if I can last 12+ hours in them. Sadsies.

3. I’m too tall in them
I’m a good 5+ inches shorter than the Mister - a nice height differential. With these lovely visions in red, the differential is shrunk a little too close for my comfort. We even did a height trial - excuse my workout wear, I know it doesn’t really “go” with the shoes.

Don’t we look like a modern-day American Gothic?

I must admit - if it weren’t for the first two points, I would probably just deal with this - I mean, technically I still look at least 2 inches shorter than him. Granted, he’s not wearing his tux shoes - how tall are those anyway?

So you see my dilemma. These shoes just don’t really go. And while they’re “comfortable enough”, I just don’t know if they’ll do. One of my bridesmaids suggested having a pair of more conventional silver or white shoes for the ceremony, and wearing these lovely babies for the reception and some pictures. That might be a viable option. Until then, I’ll be drowning my post break-up sorrows in some more retail therapy. What a vicious cycle…

In the wedding planning process, have you had to “break up” with anything you’ve loved?