It turns out glitter heels aren't my most versatile shoes, and they're not really work appropriate, so they haven't been worn in the last 12 months.
|Sparkles at least once a year.|
I paired them with a red and purple skirt and purple top, and braved the November wind with bare legs and a leopard faux fur coat, and the hubby and I went out to dinner at the original Morton's Steakhouse for an amazing anniversary dinner.
Once home we ate a piece of the now-defrosted cake top (for luck), drank a bottle of ice wine, hung out with the dog, and watched the American Music Awards, and realized that in one year our life hasn't changed much.
Twelve months ago to the day were were partying our butts off with our family and friends, and now it's a good dinner and back to real life.
At least I still have the sparkle and the shoes. Even if I can't wear them all the time.