Finding my bridal shoes was something that indimidated me constantly. I take fashion personally on every level. Being a stylist I take great pride in every detail of any outift. You can’t see them at all, so why should it matter. Well, it does. It matters a whole heap of a lot to someone like me who overthinks what shoes to wear to downstairs bodega. The shoes I’m was going to marry the love of my life in couldn’t just be any old pair. They had to be special. And just like the quest for my wedding dress, the hunt for the perfect bridal shoe commenced after the date was set.
When my fashion fairy godmother (NYC sample sale queen) Michelle told me there would be a Jimmy Choo sample sale I didn’t really consider it an option for my wedding shoes. You never really know ahead of time when it will be, exactly what will be there, and how much luck you’ll have. Michelle told me to get my caboose to the Jimmy Choo sale on day one, and to make sure I was one of the first girls in line.
Being an anxious bride, and with high hopes, on May 16th I went to stand in line for the Jimmy Choo sale FOUR hours early. That’s right. I happily stood in line for F-O-U-R hours. For shoes. Not just any shoes though. Specialty shoes that need to be ordered in advance from a Choo boutique. The sale opened at 10 am, so naturally I hit Starbucks at the crack of dawn and I was there at 6 am. All the tables were organized by size, on large fold out tables. A bit of light caught my eye while I was scrambling through tables of different sizes. I’m not sure if it was the delirium or sunlight finally breaking through the clouds, but the light bouncing off of crystals from a pair of shoes nearly blinded me. With eager hands I scooped up the shoes and looked at the bottom. They were my exact size- a 36.5.