Sometimes Things Come In Pairs

Some girls opt for two dresses. Some girls have two different ceremonies. For me, I have two pairs of shoes. Right before we found my wedding shoes, Mom H found something on a sale rack. Cute navy blue flats with the same style name as my Mom's name. Fate? I think so.

I explained to Mom H how, most likely, my feet will be killing me after a few hours in heels so these would be so cute to wear at the reception instead of having a barefoot bride on the dancefloor. She actually agreed (after a little persuasion) and, so, I introduce to you, my other pair of wedding shoes:

Did anyone else out there opt for a lower shoe at your reception?