I have, up till now, refrained from writing the traditional wedding blog shoe post: because oh-dear-god-why? But all good things must come to an end, so here we go: The Shoe Post.
I, despite everyone’s best efforts (which for the record, I really appreciated), wore shoes I already had. Clarification: I wore fabulous shoes I already had. My shoes were broken in, I knew I liked them, and they were shiny. What more can you ask for?
There is a picture from the wedding morning with my legs kicked up on David’s lap and you can see the bottom of my shoes, and they are all scuffed up. I love that shot – it feels grounded and real. It feel like, “Hey, we’re getting married, but we’re showing up as ourselves. Our most fabulous selves, but its still just us.” And that was more or less our MO on our wedding day.
Two weekends before the wedding, we drove up to Petaluma to visit a friend we’ve known since we were 15 and 16 respectively, to have her take in my last-minute dress. We were sitting in her sewing room chatting away, while she sewed on the dress, and I started listing my something old (my dress), something new (my just made hair flower and, uh, my hot pink bachelorette lacy boy-short underwear, obviously), something borrowed (my grandmothers pearl earrings), and blue (my passed-away grandmothers handkerchief). Suddenly our friend jumped up, and dived under a pile of fabric and started wiggling around. Up she came with a empty play-dough jar, from which she pulled….
A silver sixpence. A silver sixpence for my shoe.
I carefully worked that sixpence under the lining of my shoe, and you know what? Those shoes have felt new ever since. After saying my vows in those shoes, cutting our cake in those shoes, dancing my ass of in those shoes, and making a mad getaway in those shoes – they are now my favorite shoes in the whole world. And I plan to dance with David in them for a long, long time.
Photo: As always, the amazing One Love Photo did I say amazing? Um. Yes. I did.
