I like to think a wedding is, in some way or another, the visual manifestation of a relationship. As if you were to have two lives (and their affection of one another) celebrated using only flowers, DIY craft materials, your parents/in-laws money, and the backyards of people your friends know.
I also like to think a wedding should be however you like. Truly. Traditional or avant-garde, whatever happens I want to believe that this is what you two want 100%. Red wedding dress? Awesome. Hand-fasting ceremony over a bonfire of bones? Praise the gods! Nuptials in the Vatican? Blessings, my Catholic Compadres.
But nothing relinquishes my faith in a couples taste, sanity, and - dare I say it, love faster than seeing both parties sporting Converse sneakers on their wedding day. Let me repeat that; on your wedding day. Of all the things you could put on your feet for 18 hours your picked that freezing cold, poorly cushioned, high school staple of a shoe? Are you for real?
Don’t tell me they’re easy to dance in, or that they were the shoes you both wore when you met in grade school. I don’t want to hear about how you two wear them everyday, or how their “classic” look is a huge and significant piece in your personality puzzle. No, this is not that day. This is your wedding day and on this day they are just plain awful.
Why don’t you just wear Rainbow sandals and really make your father cry.
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