I try my hardest never to set my heart on anything. But, more often than not, I fail miserably. I fall deeply in love with things, people or ideas and as a result often obsess myself into an oblivion. I'm embarrassed to admit that Christian Louboutin wedding shoes were one of those things that somehow, despite my most valiant efforts, my heart ended up set on. They were never really a valid possibility, not for one minute. At over $700, Mr. Diagnosis Deferred would have laughed himself silly at the mere suggestion. But, for some reason I was unable to let the thought of them go. Until my bridal shop called, on the morning of my first fitting kindly reminding that I would not be fitted without my bridal shoes, which, as a result of my unreasonable attachment to the unattainable Louboutins, I had not yet purchased. In a frenzied panic, I sprinted through the city in an attempt to find something that I adored almost as much as my "not a chance in hell shoes."
I'm sure you know where this story is going... After 8 shoe stores I settled on shoes that I would describe as "perfectly fine." Do I love them? No. Are they perfectly fine? Yes.(In blue, of course.)
I just keep reminding myself that I would have been dying in 4 inch heels all night anyway. Plus, if I wore Louboutins to my wedding, what the hell would I have to look forward to?