Wedding This and Wedding That (This post was originally posted January 23)

After a heated debate with myself about my choice of shoe for the big day, I have finally made a decision: I'm going with the heels!

There are few things I love as much as a fabulous pair of stilettos (only my fiance and my dog come to mind right now) and so it may come as a surprise that I struggled with the idea of wearing heels on the big day. But with a groom who is a little on the short side (more Tom Cruise short, not so much Hobbit short) I had a decision to make: tower over the groom or sell my stiletto-loving soul to the shoe devil: flats.

Ok, so perhaps I'm being a bit dramatic, as my fiance likes to remind me. He is 100% comfortable with the idea of me being taller than him when I wear heels. I love his height, and he's learning to love my shoe collection. And I wouldn't exactly "tower" over him. I'd be about an inch taller. And even I, the queen of all things shoe, have been known, on occasion, to wear a flat or two. But shoes, they're like my "thing". On any given day, I will gladly choose a 4-inch-heel, even if it means blisters and sad feet, over the more sensible flat. It's a matter of principle.

But on my wedding day did I really want pictures of me not looking like the teeny tiny (ha!) bride princess I really am? Would that image still translate if I were taller than my groom?

As it turns out, the image I'd much rather translate is one of a bride who forgoes her own silly ideas, like not being taller than the groom, in favor of adorning her feet with an oh-so-lovely pair of fuschia heels. And sure I'll be just a tad bit taller than my groom that day, but that's a small price to pay to the shoe gods to whom I owe my stylish trademark.