One Foot Forward

Five weeks before my wedding I broke my baby toe. It didn't occur while skydiving, or jet skiing, or hiking Mount Mckinley, but while running through my apartment after my cat. This is definitely my most terribly timed break--it beats the fractured wrist before the middle school dance and the broken right arm in the beginning of a college semester as a teacher's assistant.

As I sat in the doctor's office, staring at the x-rays in disbelief, I felt miserable. My mind raced with panicked thoughts of canceled honeymoons and danceless wedding receptions (I know, looking back it could have been a lot worse). When the doctor brought out the air cast--a large, black boot covered with velcro straps, similar in looks to a ski boot--my heart fell. I'm sure the look on my face read, "Please don't tell me I have to wear this thing under my wedding dress." The doctor was understanding, yet firm. If I wanted my foot to heal correctly, I must wear the boot. Regular healing time? Six to eight weeks.

It's been three weeks since the break (two until the wedding!) and I just got word today that I can move from the boot to a hospital shoe. Now, the hospital shoe is not a fashion forward item. It's only offered in one color, doesn't have any embellishments--no bows, sequins, or swarovski crystals, and there's no heel whatsoever. I am stuck in this for at least another few days and then I might be able to upgrade to a sneaker. No heels allowed for the wedding and sneakers are called for throughout the honeymoon (will Paris allow me in wearing sneakers???).

Needless to say, this has been a frustrating ordeal. I realize that it could be worse and I'm thankful to be on the mend. I'm not ecstatic about finding new shoes for the wedding. It took me months to find a pair that I liked and now I must begin the search again. Give me a shout if you know of any great places to find comfortable, stylish flats!