A woman's right to shoes.

Way back I had my heart set on cute gold peep toe pumps. Very cute. Not very pratical. The nearly 3" heel would make the night a long one, as I refuse to be one of those brides that loses her shoes at midnight (Cinderella, I am not).

So, it was back to the drawing board. Two weeks ago, me and BM C headed to the mall to search for the perfect shoes. After trying on another pair of cute (but deadly) peep toes, I spotted a beautiful pair of shoes with a modest heel and a reasonable price tag (apparently Carrie Bradshaw, I am not).

I tried them on, and they were perfect, though slightly small. The helpful sales associate ordered me the next size up, and they arrived less than a week later.

TA DA!!

Image via Sterling

I love them. They're comfortable. So bridal. And, well, cheap. Plus, since they're fabric covered, I'll be able to dye them after and perhaps wear them again.

Is it crazy to buy the second pair of wedding shoes you try on? Or do you think I just lucked out and found my sole-mates early? (sorry, I had to...)