I was going for fabulous

When someone says, “You look really nice,” the natural response (after spending any time with Wendy) is, “Well…I was going for FABULOUS.” I resisted the urge to say this, however, when W arrived to pick us up for the wedding.

Fabulous was indeed what I was shooting for but, at that moment, I was not feeling fabulous in the least. I loved the dress but would soon learn about a special tape that I should have gotten to keep “the girls” covered to my comfort level. However slowly, I am learning these bits of knowledge that my previous life did not require.

As for the hair, I could not figure out how to put it up on my own. Of course, opting to do a 6 mile run didn’t help. YaYa hurting himself during the run didn’t help either.  If that wasn’t enough, a last minute face-to-face meeting request by W to discuss our plans for the wedding drastically set back my plans to gather the rest of the items needed for the day.

Saturday morning, with 2 hours ’till take off, I scrambled to Target for earrings, a new dress shirt for YaYa and the like on Saturday morning.

Then there were the shoes…

When I tried on the shoes, they seemed high for me, but otherwise felt fine. On Saturday afternoon, after adding a cushion for the ball of my foot, the straps were tight and my feet just plain hurt. I could barely walk. It wasn’t long before I decided that I just could not wear them to the wedding. I quickly changed to my low heels and, feeling less than fabulous, was out the door.

We were running late, and couldn’t find the church right away. The timing had us arriving just as the bridal party was entering the foyer after a very quick walk from car to church. Thank God I changed my shoes.

The ceremony was, of course, beyond words. The wedding couple were so wonderful and beautiful — “fabulous” in fact, and as it should be.

And as shoes go, my shoes were not the most casual of those in the crowd. Big Sis donned a pair of white flip-flops while her daughters wore the heals. We all laughed but, at he end of the night, she was probably the only one who had not kicked off her shoes.

Since W did not attend the reception, which occurred over 3 hours after the wedding ended, I was able to return home and get wear the fancy shoes after all. I removed the added cushion and immediately had more space for my foot. Brilliant, I know! We danced ’till midnight and, believe it or not, I danced most of it in the shoes.

I also, thanks to my midomi app, downloaded some new music for my running playlist. All and all, it was a wonderful night. Now, I am off to enjoy a bit more post-wedding fun.

By the way, W looked very handsome in his suit.  I hope that he enjoyed the wedding.