There are two things in the world make me happy enough to elicit a true sympathetic response. I am talking an increased heart rate, general body flushing, widened bronchi, decreased peristalsis, sweating, piloerectory sympathetic response.
1) A devestating pair of shoes
2) Confirmation of the fact that megablogger Ed Brayton basically worships me and hangs on every totally hot word I type.
Today Dr. Isis received an email that provided both #1 and #2. Blog lurker JPowers155 writes:
Dr. Isis:
I am but a humble blog stalker who found your site courtesy of my friend Ed Brayton (Dispatches from the Culture Wars). After listening to yet another of my discourses on the importance of fabulous footwear (and handbags), he suggested that I take my obsession to your blog and bother him no further. He was, of course, extremely complimentary of your illustrious self and I've found myself in the unusual position of agreeing with his assessment of your wit and talent. [emphasis a la Isis]
All of this preamble is leading up to this shoe: http://www.luxist.com/2009/06/30/minnie-feather-pumps/
Peacock feathers? Check. Grosgrain ribbon? Check. High heel? Check. (I'd remove the pearl stick pin detail for day as it's a bit much, but for an evening event, it might just work.)
Your servant,
JPowers155
The shoes found at the link provided absolutely melted my soul...
Figure 1: Pedro Garcia's Minne Feather Pump Net-a-Porter. I even adore those little pearl pins.
The only thing more beautiful than those shoes is the knowledge that Ed Brayton sits around with his friends talking about how wonderful I am. "Wit and talent?" Dr. Isis cannot make that stuff up if she tried. I mean, it's not going to stop me from humilating him when we finally make our schedules mesh to meet for the great Meat Eating Challenge, but it certainly evokes a level of affection that would cause me to offer him my handkerchief to dry his eyes with.
Now, if Ed really wants to demonstrate his unwavering love and devotion, he can begin a campaign to rescue my Barbies. I was unable to find them for several years, with the exception of one, and I have learned from reading Ed's blog that Glenn Beck has stolen them.
Please, Ed. Wrangle your readers and rescue them before they are violated any further.
Comments
So very glad to provide you with the opportunity to harass Ed. As I surmised, he claims not to recall telling me about your wit and charm but as I explained to him just a few moments ago... it's not like I found your blog with an orphan Manolo and a Ouija board.
Posted by: JPowers155 | June 30, 2009 10:42 PM
Well, I certainly would rave about the fair Isis' wit and charm, I just don't recall doing so to you. Frankly, I think you women are just plotting against me. Forget all that stuff about the Illuminati and the Bildebergers; the real conspiracy is found among the Sisterhood of the Traveling Peacock Feather Shoes.
Posted by: Ed Brayton | July 1, 2009 1:19 AM
I don't like this kind shoes .
http://www.madnike.com
Posted by: julia | July 1, 2009 5:54 AM
Those shoes made my heart flutter! They are like a hat for your feet! I am otherwise speechless.
Posted by: Robin | July 1, 2009 8:06 AM
Julia, those are indeed some seriously hideous shoes. JPowers155, those are some seriously enviable footwear.
Posted by: ktbug ladydid | July 1, 2009 8:31 AM
way cool shoes. i would try making them. i don't have money to buy something that much.
julia - agreed.
Posted by: meredith | July 1, 2009 9:47 AM
I think I just had an orgasm sitting at my desk looking at those shoes...
I never knew I wanted peacock feathers on my feet till now.
Gotta go make some money for the foot fetish fund...
Posted by: Pascale | July 1, 2009 12:13 PM
Sorry, but those shoes look like jungle camoflage. (Insert Rambo quote here.)
Posted by: Hap | July 1, 2009 12:56 PM
Then my world is a jungle and I must suit up!
Posted by: Pascale | July 1, 2009 2:22 PM
The hottest fucking pair of shoes you've ever posted IMHO. From the initial description I (peacock feathers AND grosgrain?) I wasn't sure I was going to like them, so the picture was a pleasant brain smack.
Posted by: Callinectes | July 1, 2009 2:38 PM
Wow! Even *I* of the hopelessly unfashionable (andIlikeitthatwaythankyouverymuch) shoes really like those ones. Peacock feathers! Sadly I have neither the income nor the wardrobe to go with them.
Posted by: ambivalent academic | July 1, 2009 7:51 PM
Silly ambivalent (#11)...
These are the type of shoes you buy and then assemble the outfit around them.
I just can't bring myself to spend more on a pair of shoes than I did for my first car (1968 Dodge Dart Convertible, purchased for $500 in 1977).
Posted by: Pascale | July 2, 2009 10:58 AM
I am a man, and no shoe expert (I wear Tevas, for pete's sake), but even I can tel that these shoes are astoundingly beautiful.
Having learned the wisdom of checking women's footwear and, if their shoes are remotely stylish, complimenting them on their choice, I can't begin to imagine what I would say to someone wearing these. I'd probably be tongue-tied and run away in terror. After all, could anyone wearing shoes like these possibly be interested in talking to a mere middle-aged mortal like me?
Posted by: James Hanley | July 2, 2009 11:34 AM
If your science is as hot as the shoes, James, you should never fear.
Posted by: Callinectes | July 2, 2009 12:26 PM
My wife would love these shoes -- to look at, not to buy. But I humbly suggest a correction at the top of your post. You wrote:
"megablogger Ed Brayton basically worships me and hangs on every totally hot word I type."
That should read:
"megablogger Ed Brayton basically worships me and hangs on every word I, totally hot, type."
I humbly submit my suggestion to the goddess...
Posted by: Slaughter | July 2, 2009 4:39 PM
My wife would love these shoes -- to look at, not to buy. But I humbly suggest a correction at the top of your post.
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