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I don’t think I’d qualify as a shoe fetishist, as I own just 10 pairs that I wear with any regularity (15 if you count my workout sneakers and the four pairs I rarely wear). That’s a drop in the bucket compared with some—but I can’t help lusting over them! I love some good shoe porn. Mmmm. Shoes.

So I knew the shoe hunt would be alternately exciting and frustrating. From the beginning I knew I’d wear a flat—I rarely if ever wear a heel (I have one pair from Target I live in, and a pair of wedges you couldn’t pry from me if you tried, but that’s it in the heel department), and Mr. Ladyfingers is one inch shorter than me in bare feet, so I selfishly didn’t want to tower over him in photos.

Initially, though, I did have some difficulty in the shoe department. I saved this photo early on:

Photo via You Look Nice Today Photography

The perfect wedding shoe, right? Precious, pink, comfy, makes for good photos. But pale pink wouldn’t fit in our palette, so I kept on looking. Hot pink, yellow, silver, gray—they all made it onto my wish lists. Nothing was right, though. I love the look of a hot pink satin heel, but the flats I was finding were leaving me cold. Same with the yellows—I found a great pair of casual yellow flats while shopping for my engagement-shoot outfit, but after that, nothing that excited me for the actual wedding.

Image via DSW

Image via Zappos

I temporarily considered letting a heel slip in, but really didn’t want to be uncomfortable at all, so I clung more strongly to flats after that.

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Image via Nordstrom

Image via Zappos

I hate ordering apparel online—something about having to return things then wait for others to come—so I was firm in my commitment to purchase something in a brick and mortar store. I would sort of look everywhere I went. Then, one day, I went to Nordstrom and Dillard’s on my lunch break—and I came home with The Shoes. (Well, I came home having placed an order for The Shoes since they didn’t have my size in stock.)

For a week or so until they arrived on our doorstep in a brown-paper-wrapped box, I waffled. Were these really the right shoes? Did I love them? Were they bridal enough? Were they comfy? Were they me?

And then I unwrapped them and put them on my feet and, even in jeans, I wanted to wear them everywhere. I excitedly snapped a few photos, and the maids agreed—these were the ones!

I’ll reveal the shoes in a later post (sorry!), but first, feast your eyes upon these babies, found months after I’d purchased the shoes. I tried hard to convince my maids to get them, but I stink at persuasion.

Image via Zappos

How was your shoe hunt? Was everything too bright, too muted, too tall, too flat? How did you finally make your decision?