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"What's the matter with you," Sona asked with a twinkle, "you don't like to go shopping?" She was referring not only to my near-disastrous adventure in the world of bridal couture, but the fact that--get this--I'd also arranged to have a pair of shoes custom-made for my wedding outfit...once again sight unseen, an utter leap of faith.

Sona is Sheila "Brass Knuckles" Gordon's favorite seamstress, operating  out of a shopping center in Hillsborough, and Sheila had taken me there to get the purple stealth dress shortened. Turns out Sona also does shoe repair, and Sheila wanted her to look at a slight irregularity in my matte-gold custom made footwear.  I know what you're going to say, especially after slogging through the dress wars over the last few weeks. You're going to say "What were you thinking?"

If I was thinking at all, my idea was that custom-made shoes would be more comfortable than store-bought. But this would never had occurred to me if I hadn't run out on a Saturday afternoon errand, and smack in the West Portal Street Fair.  There were booths arranged up and down the street, offering everything from bad art (no, thanks) to saltshakers handpainted in leopard-print pattern (yes, please). Then there was an older couple sitting behind a card table, surrounded by racks of fanciful shoes...offering an affordable "street fair special" for a custom-made pair. I bit.

In the interest of full disclosure, I will tell youthat this blog post has been sitting here, unfinished, on my desktop for a couple of days. Why? Well, we're 2 days away from the wedding would be one reason. You would not believe the errands involved. The other reason is, there's not that much to say about these shoes...not when people are telling me (OK, after several beers but still) that they are on the edge of their chairs waiting for the next installment about the muslin.

The shoes are great. They are comfy and a little magical in a kind of "found my aunt's old shoes in the basement" rather than "found 'em on sale at Norstrom" kind of way. But we're tired, we ate too much penis-shaped cake tonight, and  we know everyone is on the edge of their chairs about the dress.

More soon...I'm going to bed now.