Weddingbee Blog

After giving up on green, I thought I’d take a look at another member of our color palette.

First there was Geneviva:

Image via Southern Weddings / Photo by Mike Colon

Your color, height, and style were what I had imagined. I called every Steve Madden on the East Coast in hopes of finding you. I even reached out to your bride, Rosanna, to see if she would lend them to me.

Then there was Semel. Oh, how I wanted to love you. You were priced right and your color was almost perfect, but your straps were too much for my beloved dress.

Max Studio Semel via Nordstrom

I strayed after Semel and found a sparkly number that almost did me in.

Michael via Style Me Pretty / Photo by Cunningham Photo Artists

You were a dreamy pale silver and had the height I craved. Your color was much more metallic in person; nevertheless, I brought you home. You waited patiently in my closet for almost a month before we were able to pay a visit to my dress. But my fears came true when you shown a bit too brightly.

Then something a little softer caught my eye:

Image via The Knotty Bride / Photo by Stephanie Williams

Oh Randee, how could I not love your fluffy chiffon? Your sexy 4.5-inch heel. You only came in blush, ivory, and gold. I had to move on.

After Randee came Martina, a worthy contender to my darling Geneviva.

Photo and shoe by J.Crew in Soft Wisteria

You thought quite highly of yourself, so I waited till your price dropped ever so slightly. When you came in the mail I was disappointed by your plastic soles, and your hue that was more pink than purple. You called yourself an eight, but you fit more like a nine. Back you went and along with it my hope of finding a pale purple shoe.

Maybe it was time to take a stroll on the darker side…