Apparently, designer shoes are no longer attainable, even at my inflated price range. I've yet to find a pair under $600, much less the $300 max I set for myself. I'm going to have to wait for the spring sales, scout my sale-stores and just be patient (not a strong suit of mine).  One good thing, my feet are almost drag-queen sized so usually there are plenty of leftovers in the clearance bins/sites.

As much as I'd love to own a fabulous pair of Christian Louboutin shoes, I might cross them off the list. It seems like every tacky, over the top wedding I see photos of on blogs, has a princess-bride wearing red-soled shoes.  They also never seem to go below the $700 mark even when on super clearance.  This is me being practical.

For the time being, here's a slide show of what I'm having wet dreams about:

Thanks for playing!

xox

Shaylyn

Not many of you know this, but Ted’s proposal to me on my birthday this year, was not the first time he popped the question.

A couple of years ago we attempted to devour a stuffed pizza at Grampa Tony’s and in my carb-drunkenness (yes, it can happen) I brought up the practicality of co-habitating. At the time, I lived in NE and Ted was over in Midway. We nearly spent more time driving to each other’s places than we spent together.  I had other reasons for the big step, packed in my mental arsenal, but the awkward silence coming from the other side of the table shut me up pretty fast.

More hurt than angry, I pulled out my greatest defense mechanism, the deadly Silent Treatment as we drove from the restaurant to Target.  Ted tried to bring down the wall by throwing random items into my cart and then loudly proclaiming to passers-by, “Hey look, my girlfriend is buying Larry the Cable Guy!”

I’m used to this “game” because he does it almost every time we’re shopping, no matter what store we’re at.  It failed to crack me and the shopping excursion continued.

While browsing the jewelry area for cheap thrills, I turned around and almost ran over Ted. He was getting down on one knee, in front of a pretty good sized group of people and in his hand was the most horrifyingly ugly piece of plastic I have ever laid eyes on.

Not the exact eyesore, but close enough.

All he did was say, “Shaylyn???” and everyone erupted in laughter after being blinded by the bauble in his hand.

I stormed off, but had the worst time hiding the giant smirk cracking my pouting face.

A couple of years later, he got it right, with a much classier and heartfelt attempt-



I would say that this picture does more explaining than words ever will. I never thought that the grocery store I work at would be the setting to meet the woman I would not only fall in love with but decide to share my life with, as well.

I always noticed Shay when she came in. With no name to go by I always referred to her as the hot chick with the pin up tattoo. I had no idea she noticed me as well. I just know I always stared at her when she was in the store (because I'm creepy, apparently). Her eyes were maybe what I noticed first....maybe. Shortly after I received a friend request via myspace from her.

Flash forward to summer 2007: I had just finished performing live on a local radio show with my band. The DJ and I decided to round up some other friends and hit up Grumpy's for some much needed beers and Karaoke. While trying to find a song to B.S. my way through I looked up and saw the hot chick with the pin-up tattoo walk through the door.

I'm awkward, clumsy and not very social. Especially when it comes to talking to the opposite sex. So it took quite a few (a crapload, really) of shots/beer/antifreeze to get up the guts to even stumble my way through a conversation with Shay. We spent the rest of the evening sitting on the patio of Grumpy's talking over each other about music and planning a future date.

Over the next few months we spent every day we could together and pretended to take it slow. It was inevitable. We knew it was more serious than a passing fling. I think I first noticed how strong my actual feelings were when I realized that she was not only willing but seemed to enjoy coming to the flophouse apartment I shared with my heterosexual life partner, Colin:

Seriously, it was a section 8, beige carpet, broken main door, hell hole of an apartment. Our kitchen looked like Afghanistan on a bad day but Shay had no problem coming over and trying to keep up with my immense alcohol tolerance.

I know I'm a lucky guy traditional or not.

-Ted

www.tedshay.com

2007, that’s when it all began.  The tall, dark and handsome guy who was the reason I spent a good portion of my income on groceries, did something that forced me into that dirty ring of passive romantics that most of us have secretly and innocently dabbled with, but not many have delved into as far as I did.  Let me back track…

The developing crush reared its ugly head on so many occasions that my ex and I even joked about how this guy at the grocery store was my “fake boyfriend”.  One day, while desperately reaching for a box of dog treats on the tip-top shelf, handsome stranger reached up and brought the box down for me.  I was shocked, he smelled so good, like dude soap, not cologne or B.O. or anything musky-strange, but soap! Clean and refreshing!  That was the last straw, I had to find out what his name was. For months I had acted like a giddy school girl wandering the aisles every time I was in there, hoping to run into him and it never occurred to me to check for a name tag…

So the quest began, god forbid I actually strike up a conversation with him! I was newly single and had zero game/social skills.  I turned to social media, the safety net for the socially awkward.  By the way, it is incredibly difficult to find someone on any of those social networking sites if you KNOW NOTHING ABOUT THEM!  His place of employment was all I had to work with.  I won’t give away my secrets but I finally found him, and after a week or so, got the courage up to ask him to be my friend.  Yup, I was that girl. Never talked to him, wasn’t even sure if he would recognize me or think anything of me, but I extended the virtual handshake anyway.

One hot summer day after a grueling match of no-rules volleyball with the pals, we decided to haul our sweaty asses down to Grumpy’s for a cocktail and a round of Staraoke with the lovely Arzu. While standing on the patio looking like a sweaty mess, Ted appeared out of nowhere, walking toward the bar. I almost peed my pants! What good/terrible luck! I had been hanging out at that bar for years on a very regular basis, and I had never, ever, ever seen Ted there!  Of course he shows up on a day when I look like I’m melting in the same clothes I had been wearing the entire weekend…

Well, drinks run dry and eventually I had to do the walk of shame past him to get to the bar (I didn’t know he had accepted my MySpace request at that time). I tried my hardest to keep my eyes on the ground and not look at him, but I peeked, and he was looking at me AND he said hi!

We ended up striking up a conversation after my drink was refilled, but we weren’t in the clear yet. Alicia, bestest bestie in the world, was determined to get rid of him. Always the protector, she was convinced he was trouble and I was just going to have my heart smashed. She pulled out all of her how-to-scare-a-guy-off tricks, but it did the opposite, Ted thought it was hilarious!

Several drinks later, phone numbers were exchanged and a brief make-out session took place in front of everyone. I think I held my breath until he called me a day or two later!

Who would have thought that what started out as an innocent fling with an expected expiration date of the end-of-summer, would turn into the most amazing love I could have ever imagined.  Aww!

-Shaylyn

www.tedshay.com

Then we headed inside to warm up. We just knew that Shay's shoes and the carpet and Donny Dirk's had to meet.

Check out Shay and Ted's wedding website www.tedshay.com

Location: Loring Pasta Bar, Minneapolis, MN