This weekend, I had a mission: Find wedding shoes.
I know I want a simple dress, so I have no problem with the idea of shoes before dress. It's kinda like dessert first (which I also support wholeheartedly).
Somehow, in the tumble of giant mega-shoe stores and a million rejected pairs of "too-short", "too tall" "too Paris Hilton"s, I stumbled upon a dress in a department store. It was white. It was not shoes. I thought, "What the hell? I'll try it on." I did. But then a problem occurred - I liked it.
Then I bought it. And declared to the freckled boy, "I'm going to wear this!" (I'm not really faintly traditional and only occasionally superstitious, so I don't mind if he sees the dress before the wedding.)
He liked it in the store. He liked it on the iPhone pic I sent. He liked it in the checkout line. He didn't like it once it came home. Looking back, it was nothing (at all) like the simple classic Hitchcock-era dress I keep saying I want. It was vaguely Chanel meets Betsy Johnson (Actual dress was BCBG) meets Wrong for Me.
Nevertheless, I cried. And cried. And mumbled something about how he (freckled fiance victim of emotional circumstance) didn't think I was pretty. He looked scared.
I woke up this morning, knowing he was right. I was wrong. The fabric was probably synthetic.
I am learning that even the "low-key" simple bride-to-be may not be immune to pre-wedding crack ups after all.
I did find some shoes though :)
I also, decided on one of these dresses...via the interweb and will go to try it on this week at a bridal shop in Atlanta.