Not-So-Mellow Yellow

I’m just going to go with vanity and fluff two days in a row.  Why not?  Yesterday hair straightening, today yellow shoes.  Tomorrow I’ll take over the world.

Why yellow shoes?  Because my BFF is getting married, and us bridesmaidy types are wearing yellow shoes, that’s why.  I think it’s a brilliant idea.  There aren’t many perkier colors in the world than yellow, and there’s nothing like perky feet to usher you up the aisle to your man (or her to her man, anyway).  Also, I’m entirely biased because I was a card-carrying member of the yellow team at a summer camp for two years.  Cheering about yellow every day for five or so months of your life really skews your thoughts about colors.  Propaganda is powerful stuff.

So my dilemma, as is often true for people of the female persuasion, is beauty vs. comfort.  There’s this pair of yellow heels that is a leading contender.  The only thing is that they have a 4″ heel.  Wow.  That would make me 5’9″, which is fun.  It would also make me want to down an entire bottle of Tylenol after several hours of pictures and walking and smiling and dancing.  To give you the ability to properly judge, here are the potentially painful shoes:

Then there are the cute yellow flats at the top of the post.  They’re really much more my style, and I would probably find occasion to wear them every other day.  But are you allowed to march down the aisle in a fancy dress and shoes that could be second cousins to slippers?  Hmm.  Not sure about protocol.  Fortunately, the bride in question is one of the least demanding brides on the face of the earth.  She would forgive me if I showed up in these:
I don’t intend to wear cleats to her wedding, but she would probably laugh and move on with the day.  She’s a good egg.

In non-yellow-shoe news, I discovered why I haven’t been able to get to bed before 1 A.M. this week.  I mentioned to a co-worker (who happened to be a nurse for most of her career) that I’ve been on prednisone for jaw stuff this week, and the doctor didn’t really tell me what in the world prednisone is supposed to do for me.  I’m not a fan of taking medicine just for the heck of it.  Should have asked him in the appointment, right?  Anyway, my wise nurse co-worker informed me of prednisone’s potential side-effects, such as hyperactivity and the inability to get to sleep easily.  The truth is that I have a bad habit of staying up too late and medicine is just a good excuse for the week.  It’s nice to throw in a new excuse every once in a while.  I’m not an irresponsible night owl this week, I’m on medicine.