Got My Spikes For Opening Day

me in barneys

Me, in Barneys, snapping the Saint Laurent shoes I took home. It was love at first sight and I know we will be very happy together.

While Jslow chose pearls, I went spikes.

Nothing beats the excitement I feel when I set foot on the softly carpeted floor of a shoe department in one of my favorite stores. I imagine it’s a bit like how Buster Posey feels squatting behind home-plate on opening day.

This elation breaks down something like this:

First, my gut fills with butterflies. Yes, just like those first date/first love/first anything insects.

Second, my heart beats ten-times faster, and I can feel it racing from beneath my wife beater.

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My new Saint Laurent spikes. I scored!

Third, my body temperature rises 30 degrees which is why I always shop sans sleeves to avoid excess sweat.

Forth, my IQ drops 80 points and I lose all sense of perspective, reality, and time. I have the metallic Comme Des Garcons clown shoes to prove it.

Fifth, my blood alcohol level rises past that dreaded .08% line even though I am sober. I feel drunk with shopping power!

Sixth, my strength and reaction times triple — I can lunge across the Chanel display at warp speed, cradle dozens of shoes in my arms, and leap tall mannequins in a single bound to grab the toe of that Balenciaga boot dangling from that foot in the sky.


Quick sketch post shoe detour. Pink shoes elevate her simple jeans and T.

Quick sketch post shoe detour. Pink shoes elevate her simple jeans and T.

Jslow wrote about how “friendships trump shoes”, and she’s right; my purchase was made all the more sweet as I bought them on my way to meet my new friend Silvio in Union Square for an afternoon of sketching.

As I detoured through Barneys and ascended those stairs, I started to hyperventilate and experience the six stages of shoe-mania listed above, and came back down to earth with my new pair of Saint Laurent spiked ankle-strap kitten-heel pumps. I love them.

Silvo lounging at Crate & Barrel with his Freitag Bag full of pads and pens.

Silvo lounging at Crate & Barrel with his Freitag Bag full of pads and pens.

I know that when I’m high on shopping I’ve made many bad purchases I’ve regretted – we all do stupid things and have taken home stupid men while high on anything, but when it’s right, you just know it. And you’ll have them forever. And these shoes will always commemorate my first afternoon of sketching with Silvo, someone I hope to keep around forever, too.

Go Giants.

9 Responses

    1. Paula

      Thanks Andrea! Smooth. I saw the patent online, and well as snake.
      They are so comfortable! I also tried on the kitten heel spiked pumps, but my foot flew out of them (I have a narrow heel and high-arch, horrible for loafers and pumps.)

        1. Paula

          Wow, I think SF is the NEW NYC — with all the tech tycoons here, perhaps, finally, our Barneys is catching up!

          Call SF and have them shipped!


            Maybe…….. I only like them in the leather. The python is tacky & the patent is too prissy. These are Just Right! Enjoy them!

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