Wedding Shoe Shopping


Wednesday we decided to act smart and go shopping for shoes the the Grand-One’s wedding.  There’s nothing worse than wearing brand new shoes, all day long, on an event when you’re under stress (good stress mind you) and on your feet.  It’s been a long while since I’ve worn anything other than hiking boots, athletic shoes or sandals, and Peggy almost never wears anything with a “heel” — so we both needed to check things out.

We were successful — pictures after the wedding — though there’s nothing special about them — they’re shoes.  Just shoes.  Having said that I realize we don’t hold the same opinion of shoes as others.  A mom and two daughters were in the same store — they had come in looking for shoes for one of the girls; but mom found a sexy boot that I thought she was going to have an orgasm over, “….and I didn’t even come in here looking for shoes”  — after which comment I heard her telling her early teen aged daughters that she was going to make “dad” take her out to dinner because those shoes were so sexy.  Gimme a break!

Anyway…  I couldn’t help but think about how fortunate I have been.  It’s unbelievable how much money I must have saved in 49 years having a wife who doesn’t like to shop.  In the early years I think I bought more of her clothes than she did and she’s never been into shopping.  I sometimes hear comments of other shoppers and it just reminds me that I surely missed the bullet by marrying a contented gal who doesn’t much care to shop.

Frankly, I hadn’t thought about the days when I was shooting wedding photographs and the big deal that wedding parties make over footwear.  I’ve seen them all: sparkly, shiny, athletic, high heel, low heel, matching, everyone different — you name it.  Every wedding party had their own shoe reveal photos which in the name of customer privacy I won’t share.  But the shoes always seemed to be a big part of the wedding party camaraderie.   Somehow people always seemed to be able to arrive at the venue with their shoes, or in their shoes, which I cannot say about other clothing items.  I remember one wedding where the only thing missing was the groom’s tuxedo trousers.  The ultimately found something to put him into — not the original trousers either — and the substitutes didn’t fit very well — as in needing multiple safety pins!  Oh well… best laid plans of mice and men and all of that.

I’m in full on the-date-is-getting-close mode.  Katy posted this morning that it’s only 51 days before the wedding.  Mel posted that because they are closing next week on their house and because they didn’t plan on moving house this soon, if guests had not RSVP’d could they do so quickly so the mail wouldn’t get lost at the wrong address.  All of which I thought was hilarious. Those two are going ahead on so many different fronts that I’m surprised they remember what day it is!

Once again I was reminded how much we are enjoying this winter.  I haven’t said nearly as much about the weather this year as I did either of the last two winters.  That’s because this is the first real “warm” winter either of us has ever experienced and it’s lovely.  At the mall today (outdoor outlet mall) I saw this bird of paradise growing without any real special attention — just part of the natural ebb and flow of things.  Don’t do that in Wisconsin.  We know that summer will come as a shock — or maybe as a blast furnace — but I’ve never been comfortable through an entire winter before and while there are drawbacks to any single decision one makes in life — for the time being I’m happy about where we are and what we’re doing.

Tomorrow the carpet cleaner comes.  Sunday we leave for Houston to take the coach up to PPL Motorhomes and leave her there on consignment.  I’ve been antsy all week about that; I’ve also been taking care of little bits and bobs that needed my attention before our appointment there.  There was the Texas State Safety Inspection. Also I had a couple details inside the coach to check on; and to pull up the walk-off matt we had installed at the entry way; and to exercise the generator and the engine.  All of that is done.  We’ll get a certified scale ticket on our way North to Houston and we should be in good shape for the hand-off.  I also made reservations for our Milwaukee wedding stay — funny how rates go up and down for not very much obvious reason.   Once we get back from Houston I’ll get our taxes done and I’ll be a happy boy again.  This is turning out to be “clear-the-decks” week I guess.

Thanks for stopping by on an uneventful morning.  I’ll be here again tomorrow.  Why not stop and say Hi!

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2 Comments

  1. How abut funeral shoes? My Dad passed away yesterday and I wear dark, closed-top Crocs 99.9% of the time. Do I wear them to his memorial service? Or do I wear dressier sandals where there is still snow on the ground? I have very hard to fit feet so I don’t see being able to buy something new before we head out on the drive to my hometown. Life. Unscripted.

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    1. Oh, Linda…. I just snorted my coffee and almost choked! “Funeral Shoes” — I haven’t heard that expression in years!!!!! My solution was a pair of slip-on loafers that will take a nice shine — so it wasn’t a rough solution, and I’m sure I’ll wear them from time to time. My problem is never about shoes lasting too long; my feet perspire so much that I tend to rot them out from the inside before I wear them out from the outside.

      That said — I too wear a pair of crocs fairly often. At least around the house. 🙂

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