Finding the shoes I wanted was proving mission impossible
My sister was getting married, and we were consumed with preparations for the big night. We debated the merits of various venues, considered and discarded one gown style after another, and drafted endless lists.
Hands down, the most drawn-out and time-consuming part of the prep, at least for me, was the shoes. Long after we’d checked off gowns, hair, and makeup, I was still running from store to store, browsing site after site, trying in vain to find the perfect shoes for the wedding.
Blame it on my gown color (somewhere between cream and beige), blame it on my shoe size (7, the size that’s chronically sold out), blame it on shipping (why not?), but finding the shoes I wanted was proving mission impossible.
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