Giant man-feet strike again

Scott and I will be joined together in unholy matrimony on June 4, 2011. We finally finished the list and sent out save-the-date notices and all that crapola. Good god almighty.

The other day I was hanging out with my five-year-old cousin Jacob. He plopped down on the floor next to me and shouted, "It looks like you're wearing boys' shoes!" I replied, "That's because I am wearing boys' shoes."

I decided that I am not going to wear men's shoes to my wedding. Or sneakers. These are what I wear on a daily basis in order to fit both my giant man-feet and my orthotics. So I've commissioned a pair of shoes from Daphne Board. She's made a mock-up pair of shoes, which I've tried on, and soon she'll be making the real thing, in bright red, for the big day.

I'm doing this in high style.