Weddingbee Blog

It’s an unending saga, this love affair with shoes. First, it was the red-hot passion that wasn’t meant to be. Then, in a fit of rebound-driven frenzy, I sought the affection of eight more pairs; before you get the wrong idea, that is 4 pairs of shoes in 2 different sizes each, a few pied menage-a-trois, if you will. Where did that leave me? Well, with a doorman with a sense of humor, for one:

A note of caution added by Willie the doorman. I could still smell the Sharpie ink when he gave me the box. Gee, THANKS, Willie.

All ribbing from the doormen aside, I was a happy chickadee to be surrounded by so many pair of shoes.

“Shoe gods, may I always be surrounded by this many pairs of fantabulous footwear”

And now down to business. I set up my self-timing camera thingie and got to work. Because I’m a masochist, I started with the pair that I knew wasn’t meant to be… for the ceremony, that is. A late night reception tryst? Now that’s a possibility.

aka “How many times can Hamster sneak pictures of these shoes onto Weddingbee?”

I know. I love them too. But onward…

These glittery shoes were SO comfortable. Sturdy heel, external platform, internal platform. I walked around the apartment in these shoes feeling like hot and comfortable stuff. But something was bothering me about them, and I couldn’t place my finger on it. Then it came to me - they look remarkably like drag queen or “exotic dancer” shoes. Darn! I always thought those ladies had lovely shoes. Gotta hand it to you, drag queens and dancers - you’ve got some fancy footwear. Oh, and in case there are any brides out there for whom these *are* their wedding shoes - I think they’re lovely. I personally just can’t wear them now without giggling.

Then this punk got in the way and messed with my very professional photo setup (read: camera perched on a shoebox lid).

So please excuse the following blurry pictures.

These, if you read my last shoe post, were the crowd favorite with a whopping 307 votes (307 people?! Who are you? Why aren’t you commenting on my posts? Just kidding). White, platform heel, perfect amount of fluffly - I was in love. And so were all of you. So I had high hopes for this one. I put these babies on and… promptly sat down. What’s with the wobble, Badgley Mischka? That’s right - I couldn’t stand up in these without feeling like a Weeble.

Weebles wobble, but Hammy falls down.

I walked up and down my hallway, willing myself to feel steady, but no dice. The angle of the shoe pitch-forward was something I just couldn’t accustom myself to. I was so sad! These would be such a great wedding shoe. Will someone please wear them for their wedding and send me a picture? That would be sooo awesome. ’K, thanks!

After that, I was just discouraged.

Whatever.

To review, here’s what I was left with:

1. Red shoes that are not aisle-walking material

2. A pair of shoes I stole from RuPaul’s closet

3. A pair of shoes that turns me into a Fisher Price toy

4. Whatever

But all hope was not lost… (yes, I’m leaving you hanging)

Comfort or looks - which did you pick for your wedding shoes?