About a week ago I was in a store and this woman kept on calling out the name Spike. "Spike, you're so cute. Spike give me a kiss," she screamed. It was not until I looked back that I noticed Spike was not a dog (as I had imagined) but her son who was sitting peacefully in a stroller. Um.... Spike? I know about Spike Jones, but come on? Really lady... Spike? Poor little thing. The only good thing is that the kid was super cute—let's hope he stays that way. Anyway, so Spike the boy got me thinking of spikes in general. While I was at the Kimberly Ovitz Spring 2010 collection preview I saw... S P I K E S. The shoes themselves don't look that lush, but the added accoutrement makes it tasty. I can't believe that lady named her kid Spike.
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