Dude of Honour Outfitting

On Wednesday, Caleb and I hit up the mall to fetch him an ensemble for the wedding.  Since he is the Dude of Honour, he gets to wear basically whatever he wants and nobody can say anything about it.  Bride's Boy Privilege.  

these are the shoes i wore while i waited for caleb to pick me up.

this is the empty bottle of gin that some hobo left on the front steps of my building.  

these are caleb's feet.

 this is how dope caleb will look at the wedding.

Trotter Covers

My friend Antoinette bought me my wedding shoes long before I had found a wedding dress, but I'm not 1OO% sure that they are going to work with the dress I picked.  Peep 'em:

{ Zinda via gravity pope }

Since we're looking at August 6th (not exactly Eskimo weather in Edmonton), I'm debating getting some  sandals to wear in addition to these beauties.

 { You wouldn't know it by looking at this image, but these sandals by Browns are BLINDING with sparkles.  They also come in gold!  }

{  These Seychelles almost make me wanna swap in my ridiculous Lady Di gown and go for a Cleopatra sheath instead. Almost. }

{  If I could handle myself in these for an entire day I would.  The colour is lickable.  }

i dream in flatware

Warren was a real-life champ when we hit up Southgate to register for some post-nuptial "loot".  He made it through the first 1/2 hour before we had get lunch (and buy him shoes), and he only took one nap break  (on our future bed, so it was acceptable). What a sport!

 here's to at least another 3 years of never taking him registry-shopping ever again, and loving every minute of it.