If the Shoe Fits...

Bridezilla is a bride on a mission, stopping at nothing – not even laws that forbid you from dressing live swans in pearls and having them parade around the grounds, and no one – her husband-to-be (HTB), namely.

In her opinion, buying something new and blue (sapphires in Tiffany boxes specifically) is much more fun than something old and borrowed, and she’s already fired three wedding planners, in favour of her own unique mode of party organising – running around the city in four inch heels with her laptop and wedding journal in tow.

Stay tuned and watch how a perfectly sane woman, when proposed to, can turn into a fabric swatch-wielding, bouquet-throwing (at the florist, not the bridesmaids), Bridezilla.

I’m not high-maintenence, I’ve just always had high standards. And honestly, what’s wrong with that? As a five year old, my ballet shoes simply had to be Repetto, when I was packed off to school I insisted that I was accompanied by tangerine Swaine Adeney Brigg suitcases (no plain old trunk for me), and my weekly blowdry is, and always has been, a necessity.

So when darling hubbie -to-be (HTB) FINALLY got down on one knee after a year of strategically placing bridal magazines around the flat and ‘forgetting’ to turn off the Wedding channel, I started planning immediately.

I like to think of the day as a huge party for ME and a great party needs some serious planning, especially when money is an object (we all have a budget). But HTB needn’t fret – I’m totally willing to make compromises. I’ll take the Oscar de la Renta frock over the live swans if needs be.

The next task on my 'to do's' is ticking the first and most important box – the perfect shoe.

First port of call: Jimmy Choo, naturally. In my quest to be chiconomic, I want a pair that I’ll wear again and Mr. Choo and I have a lifelong commitment to each other. I won’t even need to dye these Poem sandals – champagne satin doesn’t scream ‘wedding shoe’ so these will look just as at home with a shift as they will with my wedding dress.

Obviously the main concern (after looking completely and utterly gorgeous) when it comes to bridal shoes is comfort, and those 4½ inch Choos, as beautiful as they are, might not last long (on my feet that is) after the first dance (the routine is coming on a treat).

Cue the kitten heel, in the form of Emmy’s fabulously feathery Olivia – slipping one's feet into these will ensure shuffling up the aisle is a breeze, not to mention the two hour slot greeting long-lost family members... Plus Hubbie and I will be able to dance the night away without a padded plaster in sight.

Alternatively, these Sheri courts really appeal to my bow fetish, and have a suitably sensible heel. LK Bennett is always an affordable option if you simply won't sacrifice on those swans.

But alas, two pairs of shoes doth not a recessionista make, so I’ve taken HTB's advice and narrowed it down to just one perfect pair – the Louboutin Simple pump in off-white.

My bridesmaids are thanking me for it – I have a vision of us all slinking down the aisle with a flash of red sole here and there, which means they’ll all have to invest in a new pair – not that they’re complaining.

I figure I’m killing several birds with one...shoe (which is another reason the live swans definitely have to go – live birds and spiky Loubou heels aren’t a match made in Heaven) – they’re a practical 3½ inches, have a dreamy blue insole (something blue – tick), and let’s face it, once you’ve slipped your perfectly pedi’d tootsies into CLs hundreds of times already, why downgrade for the Big Day?

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