It’s the unexpected that always seems to keep you on your toes. And if you can keep a sense of humor through any situation, well, then you are a step ahead of the rest. Today we will discuss my Cinderella story – except I didn’t have a shoe fall from my foot as I was leaving the man of my dreams and running to an awaiting carriage – it was accidentally taken by wedding crashers. I’ll explain.
The background on the shoes is this: in preparation for my own wedding, I knew that I wanted a really nice pair of shoes – a pair of shoes with a price tag that I could only justify buying if they were to have the label “my wedding shoes”. Before I had the dress, I knew the shoes – Salvatore Ferragamo heels with the classic bow on the toe, size 7.5. I felt like a princess in these shoes and I planned to wear them for many special occasions in the future, including an upcoming wedding in Newport.
And I did in fact wear them to the Newport wedding. I tore up the dance floor in them. And like most 4.5 inch heels, after 7 hours of walking, talking and dancing, my feet were tired and ready to not be enclosed in a shoe any longer. I placed them in a pile under my friend’s chair along with other’s shoes, and proceeded to enjoy the after party barefoot. I reconnected with friends from college; I spoke with a new couple from Boston, running buddies with the groom – the wedding crashers though we didn’t know that yet. I spoke with them as she was putting on her tan heels and left the wedding. It was a truly beautiful wedding.
And then it happened. I went to get my shoes and while there were two shoes under the chair – one was mine and one was not. The irrational side of me wanted to flip. How could they!?! My wedding shoes!?! It was only my friends who had their shoes there. Who would have done it? And the rational side of me said that it was a mistake (I mean if they wanted to steal the shoes, they would have taken both!) and I would get it back. I would get it back.
What proceeded in the next 48 hours were amazing acts of kindness, all of which I am so grateful for. To the wedding crasher (oh yes, it was them), who felt so bad she sent the shoe to the hotel in hopes it would find its owner; to the groom who googled everything we knew about the wedding crasher to find her on Facebook and message her; to my friends who supported me and were even willing to help me search for a new pair. My shoe was returned, as was her shoe. Pairs were reunited. Disaster adverted.
And yes, I feel silly – all of this for a shoe! I feel like the valley girl I have longed to distance myself from, mixed with the adult who just shouldn’t buy herself nice things because this can happen. But, anything can always happen. If that was the last wedding I wore them at, well, I had a blast wearing them, and would likely just get another pair. Material things are just that – material. We have emotion around them, but without the item/thing/shoe, the memory doesn’t die. It still lives. If you are going to have new things, nice things, favorite things, hand-me-down things, they are just that – things! Use them, enjoy them, wear them out, buy them new again.
You never know what life has in store for you. Expect the unexpected.