Bye bye Manolo's :'(

Like any die hard shoe fan I decided that my shoes HAVE to be fabulous for my big day. So I saw my opportunity and grabbed it with both hands (and both legs...just to be sure!), and found myself deciding on the 'Carrie Bradshaw' Something Blue, Manolo's as worn in her wedding to Big! I mean there are SEVERAL reasons why these are an obvious (only) choice as far as shoes go for the big day.
Namely;
1, They are awesome
2, If they good enough for Carrie!!!
3, They are extortionately priced, therefor making them an investment!!
4, Not only are they called Something blue, they'll be my something blue
5, Did i mention...Awesome?!

So the real question is, why NOT have them?
Well my mum would say they are "not even nice".....Mother, are you blind!!!!???!
And also they are blue....The problem with this is my wedding colours are not blue, or any colour that would go with blue, but this really isn't the point...THEY ARE AWESOME!!
But I will not be shifted, and the Manolo's are now budgeted for. WooHoo!!!

P.s, Yes I am more excited about the shoes. I'm a woman of varying shape and size and the only part of me that has been loyal, and reliable over the years is the feet. I reward them with pretty shoes! I'm nothing if not appreciative!!
But as we are only 52 weeks away from the big day I had my arm twisted to look at dresses for me (seriously, shoes and cake...all that matters!!).

So there I am. A vision of beauty...Tina Turner hair (a 'cute' nickname given by Toni to describe how my hair looks before it is treated by the wonderment's that are hair straighteners...seriously think Tina and you're not far wrong!!), no make up, pasty (and I mean pasty) pale skin tone, and ill fitting underwear. V.I.S.I.O.N!!!!!
In my defence I wasn't aware until 5 min's before leaving the house that I was going dress shopping.
Anyway.....I'm a vision....and I'm being helped into the first ever wedding dress Ive tried on. Der der der der.....It doesn't fit. Not even nearly!! GOOD...this is going well!!!!!!! Second dress...its on. THE DRESS IS ON PEOPLE!!!! Curtains open to my awaiting mother and sister....cue cocked heads (simultaneously) and grimacing faces. "Thanks ladies that's just the face I was wanting to see when I enter the church". Ok, third dress. Its on, not entirely closed at the back but we'll skip that part, open curtains, simultaneous "No". Ok then...does anyone care to embellish?!?!
And we go on and on in this fashion for a further 5 or 6 dresses. In the mean while my mum is telling the owner what kind of dress I need as in her words "they're doing nothing for my figure". Behind the curtain I have the woman telling me my mum is choosing dresses too old for me, and the woman is pulling out dresses that she wants me in.
This stopped being fun approximately 4 mins after entering the building, but I am assuming that as everyone (in the world it seems) is saying how much fun and how exciting bla bla bla dress choosing is, I should shut up, put up, and do it for them if not for me! So I do. Sorry world, but I just cannot get excited over a dress. Anyway....my brain is consumed with the fact I have missed lunch, my eyes are trying to settle a gaze anywhere except on the extra pounds around the middle of my waist and I think my face is telling everyone how uninspired I am.
I think my problem lies in the fact i NEED approval. Seriously if you question the brand of Vodka I drink I'll ask which one I should be drinking. So if I think even one person at my wedding will think I look remotely ridiculous, then I'm not buying the dress! Which goes against everything everyone is saying to me..."once you find THE dress you wont care about any ones opinion". But the fact is, I do.
Ive reached a point where Ive admitted defeat, and I'm giving them two more dresses max before I declare I want to go home. "Why don't you try this one" the shop owner asks...Yeah yeah whatever, whack it on me!
Oh.
Now actually, hang on a minute. This doesn't look half bad I might allow myself to take a proper look at myself rather than a passing glance at the mirror.
Do you know I think I might actually like this one. Sure it has the neckline that I didn't want, and its the shape my mum didn't want me in (see earlier figure shape comment), but I look almost Ok in this. Tina hair and all!!
Curtains open and I receive a pause. This is a good sign!! We are a vocal bunch us Marsh women. Never more so than when we don't like something. So silence is definitely a good thing!
"I like it"....Toni
"I like it too"...Me
"Turn around"...Mum
Mum approaches the dress, she's discussing the various colours this comes in with the shop owner. Just then another customer in the store says "You need to stop looking as that's the one". SEE THIS IS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT PEOPLE!!!....Approval. Lovely...Sold!!!

Only problem is its a smidge over budget. So its gonna have to be Bye bye Manolo's :( Ill miss you.