Okay. After last week's disheartening revelations about the yellow shredded wheat clown shoes, I hightailed it to the mall in an attempt to stave off dejection.* The clown shoes taught me that I'm looking for either a softer version of one of our wedding colors** or a neutral. Otherwise, the bright color is too much at the bottom of the dress. "GIANT BLOCK OF COLOR," the flats shrieked, rather than whispering "oooh, cute yellow heels." The trouble is, I hate pastels. As in, they give me icky shivers. I like 'em fine for other people, but I hate them for me.

Anyway, this makes neutral shoes a challenge. I mean, black is fine and everything, but I own no shoes that are tan, taupe, neutral, ivory, or beige. (When I was in preschool, I'm told, I knew the words for a lot of important colors: magenta, mauve, cerulean, ochre. One day I came out of class and asked Mama Mouse: "What's beige?" She said, "Don't worry, sweetie, you don't need to know beige." This lesson stuck.)

So I was thinking about a subtle metallic as a neutral. What do you think? I love these Seychelles sandals (Get Outta Town in Pewter), which meet all of Jamie's sexy flats criteria (oooh, the curve of the braid, and plenty of toe). They're the best of sandals and the best of flats, with comfy foot beds. They will stay on for dancing. I'm taking them to meet the dress on Thursday and will report back next shoesday Tuesday. In the meantime, what do you think?

* We also did some brief He-Mouse gray suit shopping, and deduced that while we'd love one, Canali is off the table. Three times the value of my car, people. Too many chickens. We have big hopes for Joseph Abboud, though.
** Orange, yellow, teal. No pastels.