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I love love love love love love LOVE shoes!  Few things make me happier than a pair of peep toe heels.  Except maybe cuddles, cupcakes and puppies.

Many stores are having their end of financial year sales so now is a great time to pick up a bargain.  Last night I had a function in the city and decided to stop in at David Jones for a bit of wedding shoe shopping beforehand.  Shoes galore!!  It would have been so much more fun if they weren’t all so damn expensive.  Amongst the Jimmy Choos, Marc Jacobs, and Laboutains were some quirky, sparkly and significantly less pricey shoes by Anne Klein.  It was love at first sight!  It matched all the requirements I had for wedding shoes:

Peep toes, heels, blue or silver, sparkly and with something unique.

I saw a pair at Gary Castles the weekend before but the $899 price tag was waaaaaay over my shoe budget.

So, here is what I got:

The colour/texture is called ‘caviar’ because they kind of look like they’ve been smeared with caviar.  These are totally untraditional and kind of weird but so perfect for me. 

My mom hates them and my dad thinks they’re tacky.  But I adore them.  Nobody’s really going to see them anyway so as long as they are comfortable and make me happy then it’s all good.

And because I’m the queen of wedding bargains, I found the same shoes from Amazon.com in the US for half the price.  So the ones I bought from David Jones are going back after I get my dress hemmed and I’ll have another pair sent to my parents’ house for them to bring when they come for the wedding.  Yay shoes!


I am the Luckiest

We were having a really difficult time deciding on the song for the first dance at the wedding.  I was thinking something jazzy like Harry Connick Jr.  He was undoubtedly thinking of something awful.

Most of the artists on his iPod playlist are dead: Jonny Cash, part of The Clash, half of the Beatles, one quarter of Led Zeppelin, and the lead singer of Nirvana, .  The rest are about three times his age: James Taylor, Bob Dylan, Bruce Springsteen, Crosby Stills and Nash (and Young who is not young), and Steely Dan.  He has the musical taste of a sixty year old.

The only artists he likes that are not in the grave or halfway there are the Dropkick Murphys and Ben Folds.  As much as I enjoy the combination of bagpipes and punk, I’m not keen on the idea of dancing to it at my wedding.  Ok, maybe later in the evening but certainly not for the first dance.

My playlist contains an absurd number of Bon Jovi songs and a bizarre hodgepodge of songs ranging from indie rock to classical to techno. 

We’ve already decided that we’ll be entering our reception to “The Love Cats” by the Cure.  Lame?  Kind of.  Cheesy?  Totally.  Perfect for us?  Absolutely!

I’m stoked with having the Cure for our entry music but for the first dance I want something a little more romantic.  I had been searching for the perfect song for weeks and my efforts had not been fruitful. 

That is, until the fantastic Australian Wedding blog Polka Dot Bride posted a mixed tape of lovely songs for the first dance.  When I came to the 5th song I started crying.  Happy tears, of course.  I am ever so grateful to her for leading us to our wedding song. 

This really is the perfect song for us.  Check out the lyrics.  It conveys what we both want to say on our wedding day.  We both feel that we are so lucky to have found each other.  This song never fails to bring a tear to my eyes.  I am going to be a blubbering mess during our wedding dance. 

And where was I before the day
That I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
And I know
That I am
I am
I am
The luckiest

I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you

I Will Not Become a Bridezilla

I’ll be the first to admit that even with the wedding 10 months away, I’m already beginning to get a bit carried away by this whole wedding thing. 

Until I became engaged I had never given a thought to what my wedding would be like.  That did put me at a disadvantage when it came to actually planning the thing, but I had hoped that my lack of interest in all things wedding related would keep me grounded.  It did…for about a month. 

In the beginning when I was still level-headed (or naive, I’m not sure which), I had a lengthy conversation with my mom about how yes, the wedding was important but there’s not need to get all worked up about the details.  The important thing is that we’re making a commitment to spending the rest of our lives together.  The wedding is just a day…blah, blah, blah.

Then we started putting together the guest list.  My idea of a good wedding would be a small(ish), elegant evening with nice food and (lots and lots of) great alcohol.  When we started listing family members who would expect an invitation, we quickly realised that this would not be a small affair.  Long story short, we’re pretty much obligated to invite 60 family members.  When we started adding friends, the guest list quickly reached 100 and we decided to cap it there, otherwise we’d quickly burn through our budget. 

Then I began to succumb to the pressure of trying to satisfy everybody on that list, particularly my parents and our overseas guests.  We want to make the wedding (and surrounding events) special enough to make it worth forking out $3,000 for a plane ticket. 

I haven’t let the wedding get to the point where I’m obsessing about every single detail but I have spent an inordinate amount of time (at work) scouring wedding websites, starting to care about what the centrepieces will look like, and considering spending way too much money on a photographer. 

While reading one of my favourite blogs, I got a nice reality check.  The post was about a Newsweek article  about how brides go to extremes to look good on their wedding day.  I’ve vowed that I will not schedule tanning sessions, teeth whitening, facials, nail appointments, and all that superficial beauty crap that brides go through to look good for one day.  However, I will admit to a renewed devotion to eating healthy (a goal my fiance and I are working on together) and exercising regularly.  Also, as a wedding gift our best man (a personal trainer) will train us in the months leading up to the wedding.  Score!

Back to the article: the writer and commenters on that Jezebel post really put things into perspective. 

What is the point of forcing one day to be “perfect” and unnaturally polished?  What does the perfect wedding really look like?  Shouldn’t it just [be] a day on which everyone is just damn happy to be there?


The only thing you should worry about…is if you’re marrying the right person.  If that’s sorted, all you really have to do is show up and smile.

There is no doubt in my mind that I’m marrying the right person.  If the wedding isn’t perfect I don’t care.  I’m going to show up in my $100 dress and enjoy the ride.

At the end of the day we’ll have had a fun party with our family and friends, and most importantly I’ll be married to my one true love.  And isn’t true love what really matters?

My Mom is Insane

But that’s why I love her.  I owe so much of my quirkiness to her.  

Need proof that she’s a bit weird?  Last time she visited, she couldn’t resist doing this to my feet:

Wedding Feet

Right Big Toe and Left Big Toe are getting married.  Right Big Toe is wearing a couture gown by Kleenex.  This was long before I got engaged and she had weddings on the brain then.   She also has grandbabies on the brain, but that’s another post entirely.

Christmas Theme?


This morning Dad sent the following text:

Mom is at the [old lady department store] sale and wants to know how you feel about a “Christmas” theme for table decoration. Can you call her?”

Yes, the wedding will be just before Christmas but a Christmas theme for the wedding? Absolutely not!

I called her and told her something along the lines of, “Over my dead body,” hoping that she would forget the idea.

Mom really wants to help with the wedding details and I’m thrilled about that, but I worry she’ll go a bit overboard. She’s brilliant when it comes to design and decorating and I could really use the help.

After I finished my morning meetings, I felt bad so I called her back.

“Mom, sorry I crapped all over your idea. I hope I didn’t hurt your feelings. We’ll have plenty of time to figure out the wedding stuff when you come to visit.”

“Not to worry,” she said. “I bought it all anyway.”

Of course she did.

Bridesmaid Dresses

If planning the rest of the wedding turns out to be as difficult as buying bridesmaid dresses, I’m eloping!

The only criteria I had for bridesmaid dresses were:

  • Finishes below the knee
  • Not too bridesmaid-y
  • Under $300

Sure, there were a lot of dresses that met that description, but not as many as I would have thought. Have fashion designers gotten lazy lately? Most of the dressed out there now look like pillowcases with arm and neck holes cut out with sequins glued on. Too short, shapeless, and ugly. When did potato sack chic become fashionable? And don’t even get me started on actual bridesmaid dresses. Yuck. I love my friends too much to make them wear that crap.

My lovely sister, the maid of honour, had the dubious task of choosing the bridesmaid dresses. She was given the above criteria and told that she could pick something that she likes that she’ll be able to wear again. After trawling through 100 stores in 2 cities, she found “the dress(es).” Simple, midnight blue, silk, fell just below the knee, buttons and loop closure in the back (to match my wedding dress), white skirt poking out from underneath, perfect! And…on sale! From $350 to $155! Deal.

Then came the hard part: finding sizes for four (yes four) bridesmaids. Three of whom live overseas. My fiance insisted on 4 groomsmen, hence four bridesmaids.

My sister was described perfectly as ‘about as sturdy as a Barbie doll.” Tiny bones and no meat. Size 6. Not in the store, but not to worry. An altered size 8 would do in a pinch.

One bridesmaid and I haven’t seen each other since her “I’m obsessed with food, really, and I actually eat, see? (proceeds to munch on celery)” phase that nearly shut down her vital organs, five years ago. She’s been living in the UK for six years now. Fortunately she’s healthy again and is taking good care of herself. But damned if I know what size she is now. We’re the same height and judging from pictures about the same weight. We’re guessing an Australian size 8.

Another bridesmaid is petite. Short, small and adorable. We guessed an 8, but decided on getting a 10 and getting it altered upon her arrival because she has a strong upper body.

The other bridesmaid lives in Sydney so we didn’t have to guess her size. She’s a 12 but we were told that the 12’s were out of stock, so we got a 14 and will have it altered closer to the wedding date.

Sizes chosen, 2 bridesmaids fitted, problem solved, right? Wrong. The day we tried on dresses there were plenty of dresses available. The next day, not so many available. When gorgeous silk dresses are on sale for a price like that, they go like hotcakes.*

Begin mad scramble for dresses. We purchased the size 14 and a size 8 on day one, but all the other ones we were counting on being there the next day were either sold (oh no!) or on hold (grrrrr!).

Some other bitch bride also decided that these dresses would make good bridesmaid dresses, and put 3 (in sizes I needed) on hold for a week. Store policy says that they’ll only hold items until the end of the day. I don’t know who she is, but I loathe her and her special treatment. Earlier that day I had been told by the head office that those were the only dresses left in the nation. Being the unabashed American that I am, I decided to take a trip to said store (I was in the neighbourhood anyway). The bitch bride just happened to be in the store with her bridesmaids at that very moment! Sorry to disappoint, but there was not a knock-down drag-out bridezilla fight. I simply told the shop assistant that if she didn’t buy all of the dresses, to let me know and I would buy the remainder. Soon afterwards she called and said that the size 6 was available. Score! Three down and one more to go.

Head office hunted down a size 12 at the Meyer in Chatswood and the set was complete. Relief.

One week, a gazillion phone calls, a lot of begging and 5 (different) store visits later, we had our dresses. Victory!


* I never quite understood that expression until I discovered ricotta hotcakes. If you live in Sydney, treat yourself to some at Flat White Cafe or Bills in Woollahra. You won’t be disappointed.