Firstly I would like to apologise for my disappearance for the last 10 days. I have been involved in one of those seemingly neverending whirlwinds of work, chores, notenoughsleep, food shopping, cooking, Christmas shopping, eating, work, chores.....
And, more excitingly, in the middle of it all, my sister got married this week. My 2 girls were both bridesmaids (oh my, could they be any cuter?!) And I was the Matron of Honour. Luckily I have a very good relationship with my sister, meaning that she didn't feel the need to publicly embarrass me by insisting I wear some hideous bridesmaid blamange. Since, as previous posts would no doubt have suggested, I am somewhat lacking in sartorial elegance, I therefore had to have more than one shopping trip with both my sister and my mum, in which a variety of dresses, from traditional tent, to modern mini, were tried on. It was great fun and we found a beautiful navy empire line that looked divine. My problem was then obvious. Shoes.
Since we've established I have a large collection of shoes, it came as a surprise to discover that I had nothing, and I do mean nothing, that would go with this dress. Navy shoes don't particularly feature in my wardrobe, and the one pair that I did have were summer wedges. It just didn't work. So I went on more shopping trips, one particular Saturday trying on every Navy pair of shoes that the shops in Meadowhall stock. And as, inevitably is the case in this modern world, I gave up and ended up buying a pair on ebay for £11.
So. It's the week before the wedding. I've had my final dress fitting, and so the length of the dress is now based on my new shoes. The Bride seems relaxed. Everything is all ready. I decide to pop my new shoes on, to try them out. Wear them in a bit.
They rub my feet.
Not a lot. But they do. Panic sets in. I don't know what to do. So I end up dragging my long-suffering hubby and both children for a trip to Meadowhall (A shopping mall in the Midlands) on a Sunday afternoon. In October. When the Students are back and Christmas shopping has started in earnest. It's packed. 5 shops in, and Cheeky Monkey No. 1 is flagging. 2 hours later, just as I decide to give up (hubby has suggested I wear the ebay shoes for the ceremony and pictures, and then quickly swop them for my sliver dancing shoes, and the plan, seen in light of the grumpy faces of my family, seems sound) I spotted New Look and, though Meadowhall New Look is not where you go if you want customer service (most of the staff there are under 18 and clearly not in the slightest bit interested in the customer's needs above their need to gossip) I decided to give it a chance.
Turns out they had more than one pair in the Navy I wanted, lots that were two high, and 2 pairs that looked like they might just do the trick. One of which they didn't have in my size, and the other was a 'wider fit' pair. I bought the latter (can't go wrong for £20) figuring that, for one day, I'd prefer a 'wider fit' than a blister-covered heel.
I guess it wouldn't be me if there wasn't some sort of clothing dilemma! I ended up swopping the New Look shoes for my silver dancing shoes after the photos anyway....That wider-fit made them too loose.
So what's the tip here then? I guess it's simple. Never, ever, wear new shoes for a wedding, unless they are Rainbow shoes (specifically designed for weddings - very very very comfortable). And certainly don't wear £11 or £20 shoes without wearing them alot before hand.
And never, ever, drag your family round the shops when there's pressure to find the perfect item. It's not good for anyone.
It seems that parenting, more often than not, boils down to 'organisation' and 'preparation'. Plan it. Plan it early. Because you just don't have the luxury of time on your side.
P.S. The Bride looked absolutely beautiful. Congratulations!