I am so thrilled to announce that my shoes are here, and they’re more fabulous than I could have ever imagined.
On Thursday evening, while I was hurrying up to Atlanta before the snowstorm hit, my mother was heading back down to LaGrange from a hair appointment with Luke in the ATL.
“Hey Mom. I’m on the way up right now. Just letting you know…”
“No, we don’t have to do that. I can just wait until Sunday and we’ll do it on-”
“I don’t think you want to wait.”
We met in the parking lot of a random daycare right off of the interstate. I was pretty sketched out, given the fact that it was past 8pm and I was hanging out in an empty parking lot. I began to wonder why I agreed to this silly plan when Mom drove up and practically burst out of her car. I got out of my vehicle, locked my car, made sure my cell phone could speed dial 911, and followed her to her trunk. She opened the trunk, pulled out a shiny red shopping bag, and I thought I was going to fall over.
“HOLY SHIT! Holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshit!!! You’re kidding, you’re kidding, you’re kidding, right?”
“See? I thought you wouldn’t want to wait.”
I gently lifted off the lid of the shoe box, lifted the bright red dust bag, and carefully peeled back the tissue to reveal the most amazing shoes I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on– my wedding shoes. The Christian Louboutin love flats. It was about to start snowing, so I used every ounce of my willpower to keep the shoes in the box and not shove my feet into them.
I thanked her close to 300 times, we parted ways, and I finished my journey to Atlanta in a wonderful state of twitterpated-shoe-ecstasy.
Oh, and later I took some pictures. What would a freaking-out-about-shoes post be without excessive amounts of pictures? That’s what I thought.
Wednesday thought this was the perfect time to ruin a shot.
Those battle scars on my feet are from the cat. Blame her.
Wednesday had to do a little quality control.
The carpet matches the shoes. Interesting.
Cannot beat that red sole.
These babies were definitely worth the wait, stress, and effort. I cannot wait to prance down the aisle with love on my toes and red on my soles. Now if only I could decide how to properly protect these from the elements and the cat…
Did you freak out when you finally got your hands on your wedding shoes, or am I just a total spaz? How are you keeping your shoes safe until the big day?