ShoeSense

Confessions of a shoe-deranged mind

I've been fantasizing over these Kate Spade loafers lately, currently $118 (down from $295) at Neiman Marcus:
Which brings me to this morning's dream: we were guests over at Kate Spade's house, which turned out to be a modest apartment somewhere in Manhattan. I didn't understand why the apartment was so small when such a famous designer lived there (to say nothing of the husband). She wore a red striped cardigan and I wanted to tell her that I have the exact matching shoes, but somehow didn't get around to it.

I was wondering where all the fabrics and art work and beautiful things designers surround themselves with and draw inspiration from are-when I noticed that the kitchen cabinets were stamped with a gallery of animals, in a way that seemed to keep a tally. And then, lo and behold from a huge bowl in the middle of the room which seemed empty until then, Kate summoned a gallery of LIVE animals, all miniaturized and brightly colored: a pink hippo that couldn't have been larger than a fattened rabbit, a miniature zebra and the like. It dawned on me that there's where she grows all those materials she makes her shoes and purses out of!

But there was more: as I approached the bowl I noticed one last creature, which looked like a cross between a cockroach and a hippopotamus, with translucent skin and gold organs and a gold shell. I was immediately horrified and demanded that the creature don't touch me. Too late: the gold mini-hippo-roach (the size of a large squirrel) was fast as lightning and I ran away from it. The more I ran (around the dinner table, mind you), the faster it became, and when I finally stopped, it jumped right up at me and perched on my head, and I stood there, heart racing, full of horror, waiting for somebody to peel the gold creature off of me. The end.

Crickets chirping. Yep, I know, nothing is more tedious to some people than reading/hearing other people's dreams.

But this is just a perfect illustration that I have the gold beast shoes on my mind and they're lodged there until somebody rescues me.

posted by Cristina Hanganu-Bresch @ 8:52 AM