This week we received the welcome wedding invitation of a dear friend through the post. We had been sent a Save The Date notecard last year so the calendar has long been earmarked and I thought I was well prepared for the event. Knowing it was a child free weekend we had already arranged grandparental care for the nearly 3 year old and I had decided months ago what dress I was going to wear.
A fabulous blush pink mid to maxi length gown with a beautiful tie belt to accentuate the waist and intricate lace detailing along the collar line. I had bought it for an event last year that had sadly been cancelled and was very much looking forward to wearing it. UNTIL the official invitation came through the post a few days ago.
The invitation is, as one would expect, lovely and full of wonderfully helpful information, and therein lies the problem. As I scanned the sheet of handy details I discovered a paragraph dedicated to attendees attire and, more specifically, female footwear.
Due to the soft grounding of the venue, an outside marquee set upon grass, heels it would appear, are actively discouraged. Firstly, this information is immeasurably useful since I was planning to turn up in my pretty pink dress wearing the most daintiest of heeled sandals (oh they would have looked so lovely).
Secondly, there was a very real ARGH moment of not knowing what to wear instead. If you hadn’t already realised, I am a planner (and possibly a control freak) and I like knowing WELL IN ADVANCE everything that is happening. Nothing gets left to chance.
So I gave the matter some thought and decided that the only solution was wedge heels. Then I felt the immense dread surge throughout me as I tried to imagine my dress with wedges. Panic stricken and practically in tears ( I kid you not) the realisation seemed to be that I was going to the chapel dressed as a Californian beach babe. This was a disaster.
Once I had calmed down a bit (it will probably come as no surprise to hear that I may have been known to overreact to certain situations before today) I realised that there were some beautiful wedges available and, if Hollywood A Listers can grace the red carpet in them without looking clumpy, clumsy and too casual (see gallery), then I’m pretty sure I can find the perfect pair for a wedding too.
There is in fact lots of lovelies to choose from and now I am faced with another dilemma…which ones to buy. Heck, I may even need a new dress to solve this problem…