I’m a shoe girl. Like the kind of addict who sees a pair of Michael Kors strappy, high-heel sandals in a department store and stops dead in her tracks. It’s love at first sight — again and again.

"Hello, lovely," I’ll say, picking one up and gently petting its straps, smelling the intoxicating aroma of new leather and moving my hand inside to feel the inner sole. It usually goes like this in my head: "Me likey; me want." Hence the closet full of leather, suede, satin and patent leather lovers.

During the week I wear nothing but flats, sneakers and UGG boots, depending on the weather and also my mood. I have to save myself for the weekends, when I go out to dinner with BK or meet friends for drinks, times I’ll almost never choose to adorn my feet with a shoe designed for comfort.

I danced classical ballet under the instruction of retired Russian dancers for a decade: I have no problem killing my feet for the right look. And a good heel always improves an outfit.

Some brides boogie down at their receptions in bedazzled sneakers. Others choose to walk down the aisle in fancy flats. For me, it’s a no-brainer that I must wear fabulous heels on my wedding day.

I also know the agony I’ve endured some nights as I galavant around the city in stylish Steve Maddens and fierce BCBG footwear, trekking it block after block, from dinner to drinks, scuffing those beauties and wearing down their heels. They’re all very pretty but at times painful to walk in — and sometimes even to just stand in.

For my wedding day, I obviously can’t have that. While I am willing to put up with a lot, I do have my limits. I crave the magnificence of a good stiletto, platform or ankle bootie. But I don’t need the blisters.

During a curious Internet search I came across a pair of stunning Badgley Mischka heels and thought they could be the perfect accent to my gown, and also my something blue. They looked elegant, with just the right amount of "ooh la la." And they actually didn’t look too high. About 3, maybe 3 ½ inches, I thought. I usually have a good eye for that.

I was about right. I say "about" because I haven’t seen them in person to know for sure, and varying sites have different descriptions, putting them at anywhere from 3 ½ to 4 inches. I cringe as I write this, but I’m thinking 3 inches might have to be my limit.

Normally I have no problem stepping into the big guys. In fact, I welcome a higher heel. Most pairs I own are 3, 3 ½. In my opinion, once you go shorter than 2 ½ they’re just not very attractive. But alas, no one wants to see a limping bride. This is an important — and long — day, one that I need to be able to walk and stand for.

Of course I can’t just casually shop for shoes between now and the wedding until I find the perfect pair. The length of my gown depends on the height of my shoe, so the seamstress must rely on me sticking to a height. It also means I can’t change into comfy flats at the reception or I’ll be tripping over my dress. Speaking of my dress, I have an appointment scheduled for tomorrow to order Thee One.

And so, with my undying belief that the higher the heel, the prettier the shoe, I’ll have to soon decide: Will it be nearly four inches of exquisiteness, or will I finally make comfort my top priority?