So. Shoes. Oft overlooked (by men like my husband), they serve a purpose besides just protecting your feet. Your shoes say something about you, and your presentation to the world, and even how you feel about the people out there in that world. Seriously. Dress like a hobo for your sister’s wedding, and do you think she’s going to see it as a personal expression of your anti-establishmentarian principals? No. NO. She’s going to see you as being a douche canoe who is basically flipping the bird to her and everyone else. What you wear says something.
These shoes? These shoes say I care, I put some thought and effort into walking out the door today, and I am ready to party.
No less than three separate women complimented my entirely rockin’ pink shoes.
At this point, the Hubbles would likely interject that I took them off immediately after this photo because my feet hurt, so we won’t ask him what he thinks. At least I brought sandals along so I was totally covered for this outdoor reception!
Before you think I’m clever, I should probably mention I only brought sandals because the Hubbles suggested it, eerily predicting I wouldn’t last several hours in my deliciously pink heels. Hmm. Lucky guess?