Gee. I was hoping to reply saying something profound about gracefulness and femininity and stuff, but then I remembered I'm a big clumsy clod who, had I the choice, would wear an old t-shirt, jeans and slippers to weddings (well, maybe except my own...).

When I was younger, I used to wish I could wear high-heels and stuff (what little girl didn't, really?). And while I still like the clacking noise they make on hard floors, reality has set in and I know I can't wear them. So, flats for me, please. Size 9.

Qua "Make sure they're the kinds with the squishy insoles too" rtz