I’m a very practical person, which is handy, because I am also a very environmentally conscious person. Most of the stuff I have has been either gifted, found, traded, or ThriftScored.
We’re trying to be as sustainable as possible with our wedding. For the most part, that’s easy. We’ve chosen a local caterer who uses fresh seasonal foods that don’t have to be hauled in from far away places like Chile. The wine is from the very terra on which we will marry. The plates and napkins were foraged from Goodwill — they’re beautiful and Holly can use them again for other weddings. All flowers are beautiful and I don’t care what they are, as long as they’re seasonal and will last two days. I was forced to compromise a little on the dress though. I tried on dresses my friends offered to lend and they weren’t quite right. I scoured Craigslist and jeez, there’s a reason people are trying to get rid of some of those dresses: think Laura Ingalls Wilder Prom from Hell. I found one I loved, it was a great deal, and they sent my order off to some third-world country where I’m sure there’s a tiny child stitching the flower on the ribbon right this very second.
Like any self-respecting 40licious woman who has taken the scenic route to her first wedding, I am feeling a great deal of deservedness. The other day I had an hour to kill on Melrose. So I thought I’d skip into my favorite shoe store, John Fluevog. He’s one of those designers who upends my rational thought around money and resources.
And then I saw them. The most beautiful shoes in the world. The shoes I must have in order to be perfect as I walk down a grassy path through an apple orchard to my groom. They’re a light suede. They are uncomfortably expensive. And I might get horse poop on them.
No matter. In the lifelong pursuit of beauty and truth, and this is just a small victory.