I have this terrible condition that’s difficult for me to talk about, but I will, because I have this weird feeling that you will understand. There is a point at almost any formal occasion where my body physically rejects being taller and my high-heels literally begin to fall off. It’s very embarrassing. Alcohol seems to delay the symptoms, but generally I will begin feeling barefoot as soon as soon as I’ve slid my legs under a tablecloth. It’s weird, I know.
Anyway, when I was planning my wedding I put together a basket of flip flops for my lady guests. But you know what? I didn’t get any for myself! I refused to take off my wedding shoes and I clench-smiled through 5 inches of throbbing pain. All. Night. I ended up with an awful bruise under my big toenail that didn’t completely go away until after my sister’s wedding (1.5 years later).
Moral of the story: Get a second pair of shoes for your wedding reception. Do it now.
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Photo: The Nichols via Huffington Post Weddings