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the renegade bride

the wild, wacky adventures of a bridal industry insider +newlywed + new homeowner and (in practice)renovation-maven. Whee!

Hello, my name is Hillary and I have a problem. Admitting it’s the first step, and I am going ahead and admitting it. Let me begin with the backstory so this all makes sense– it started pretty simply. Before I went to New York for What Not to Wear, I had no interest in shoes. I thought shoes were one of those frivilous purchases that didn’t matter.  My shoedrobe consisted of flip flops (assorted colors), a raggedy pair of tennis shoes (with Gortex fibers), a clumpity pair of black cloggy shoes that looked like they belonged to a woman three times my age, and a solitary pair of red pumps I’d worn on Christmas one year years ago.  After all those were tossed (minus the red shoes) I had to buy new shoes, and did I buy them. I own not a single pair of black cloggy shoes. All of them are lovely and colorful.

In the experience of buying shoes, I stumbled upon the knowledge of the power of good shoes– shoes that are well made and expensive, shoes that are super comfortable and wonderful in every way. I made a mental note to buy good shoes for my wedding. Then, a few weekends ago we saw a bride with the most gorgeous shoes with red soles. Christian Louboutin’s (enter angel choir music now).

Since then, I’ve been doing my research and thinking of how fab said shoes would be. Never mind the crazy  price tag, or the fact the heels on these puppies are collossal. Who cares! They are awesome:

I really heart these shoes– I love the peep toe, love the color yellow— how cool would it be to have yellow shoes. Amazing. It’d make me tower over my husband to be, but that’s cool– he’s a man, he can deal with it— or wear some heels himself.

Or these are also pretty cute:

I like the slingback.

I hope CL comes up with some new yellow beauties sometime over the next year to further feed my addiction.


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