The saying “once you start, you can’t stop” can be related to so many different aspects of our lives, from chocolate to shopping and beyond. In my case, it pertains to both, unfortunately.
After I made my very first designer handbag purchase, I felt like I was the luckiest girl in the world; I was so proud of myself of the theory I had created, and the success it had brought me. I knew that with this kind of four step process, I could be making designer purchases every year if I wanted to. Don’t get me wrong, I did not lose myself after this purchase, btu quite the opposite, I gained confidence that an average person is capable of having nice things, if they follow a set of realistic rules and guidelines.
So, here we were, April 2015, five months to go, and the crazy wedding planning is in full swing. My wedding dress has been purchased and is being sewn, my hair and makeup has been decided on, my jewelry has been picked out; so what’s left? THE SHOES. Ah, shoes, one of my favourite words.
My maid of honour and mom have have been asking me non-stop about my choice of footwear for the day. My mother, being the classy lady she is, insists on a pretty pair of classic white Manolo style heels. My maid of honour on the other hand, knows that I’ve been talking about a pink of powder blue pair; just to stand out a bit. My fiance, who sits quietly and listens to me go on and on about shoes and handbags on a regular basis, isn’t even asking me, he knows what I want before I even know what I want sometimes.
Nevertheless, I still cannot make up my mind. All I know is that I want these heels to be special; my wedding shoe has to say something about me, stepping into this marriage on the right foot. It’s now July, and at this point I have tried on a range of, Manolo Blahniks, Jimmy Choo’s, you name it, with no luck. Finally, it hit me. All my life I have been amazed with the beauty of Christian Louboutins, why not make this my wedding shoe? BINGO. Now, the challenge becomes, which model and colour. I want something simple and classic, but also something I will be able to walk and dance in all day.
Here we go, research, research, and more research. If someone looked at the text message conversations between my maid of honour and I during this time, all they would see would be photos of Christian Louboutin heels – that’s how we communicated, until I finally settled that I wanted the PINK PIGALLE PUMPS. Of course, not one store in the province of Ontario had this exact shoe in my size. Just my luck. After searching high and low, I finally decided that I would pick out a different pair and that would be that. This is not a huge deal, and I’ll be okay.
But, my story doesn’t end here. It’s now August, and my fiance takes off on his bachelor trip to Chicago. The night before he leaves, I start thinking, should I ask him to check for my shoes in Chicago? No, I can’t do that to him, it’s his bachelor trip, what kind of fiance would I be! The thought crosses and leaves my mind. I’ll be fine with a different pair.
While he’s away, I’m browsing online, searching for shoes. I finally settle on a pair of sparkly silver heels, and decide that’ll be my wedding shoe. Cute and shiny, and not just a simple plain white pair. I feel okay with the decision, but am still deep down wishing that I could somehow land those Pink Pigalle Follies – Christian Louboutins.
Two days later, my fiance returns from his trip. He’s the kind of man that always brings me back something from his trips, so when I get home that afternoon, I find him and a Saks Fifth Avenue bag sitting on the couch waiting for me. My mind starts racing; did I tell him about soemthing I wanted a Saks, what could he have purchased there? He opens the Saks bag, and pulls out a pretty brown Christian Louboutin box; JAW DROPPING TO THE FLOOR. WHAT IS IN THAT BOX. I lift the lid as gently as possible without showing my true emotional need to literally rip it off, and there they are; my PINK PIGALLE FOLLIES CHRISTIAN LOUBOUTIN WEDDING PUMPS!
OMG Marry Me! Oh wait, you are! I am overjoyed and literally start crying. Naturally they are both out of the box and on my feet in an instant; they’re perfection! To top it off, they look absolutely amazing with my outfit of the moment; black running shorts and a neon green sports bra.
So, maybe this story doesn’t tick off all the boxes of my process like the Chanel bag did, but I did do my research, and I did try on hundreds of style to make sure I knew which one I really wanted. To this day, I cannot believe that my fiance spent a chunk of his bachelor weekend running around Saks Fifth Avenues and Nordstrom’s looking for my PINK Christian Louboutins.
My dear Louboutins took me from day to night on my wedding day, and I only took them off near the end of the reception when the dancing started. They now sit comfortably in my closet, boxed up neatly in their red shoe bags, waiting patiently for our five year wedding anniversary. I have worn then a few times here and there, but I can’t bring myself to wear them too often; they feel too special and more of a sentimental item than actual footwear anymore.