This morning, after a most time consuming breakfast experience, the family jaunted off to the DFO in Fyshwick. We had never adventured to the DFO before, but we all needed to buy shoes. Shoes appropriate to the Wedding of the Century (now a mere fifteen days away). Shoe purchasing has proven to be a difficult and occasionally horrifying experience over the past few years, so the extra challenge of rising to an Important Occasion was a teeny touch stressful.
The Husband (known as introvert) is giving a speech at the Wedding of the Century. A person cannot give a good speech in bad shoes. If Confucius didn't say that, he blooming well should've.
First impression - DFO is really, really big. Second impression - there's actually stuff there a person might like to buy. Third impression - better not go there too often.
So to our miracle. All three of us found shoes that we actually, genuinely, reallio, trulio wanted to own and wear. In different shops, admittedly.
We purchased our footwear and decamped to an afternoon of cricket. Again. Although later we also visited the Botanic Gardens and watched white winged choughs behaving very strangely towards a lizard.
And if it comforts anyone the Husband (known at the time as not-yet-husband) and I had a doozy of a fight over whether or not the things in our wedding invitations should be centred or left aligned. Tears and madness. But we like each other again now.