I nearly had a heart attack on the way to Miu Miu.

We had to cross all of Paris post-Cerruti and traffic was terrible. I wanted to scream, “I canNOT miss my first Miu Miu show.”

Finally, about 25 minutes past the hour I checked Twitter. If the show had in fact started I knew at least one person would’ve tweeted about it. Instead, I saw Katie Grand‘s, “On our way to Miu Miu!” and breathed again.

When I did make it, and the show started under crystal chandeliers and a purple staircase, I had mixed feelings. The first round of black dresses was too boring, the next round of sherbet colored dresses was too much. It felt safe staring at the shoes until they too wore collars, or detachable necklaces.

But then I looked up and saw lace and a handful of beautiful coats embroidered with tiny silk flowers. And before I knew it, the show was over. I heard murmurs of, “Huh?” or “What?” or “My, my, that was a bit much wasn’t it,” but then I saw Katie’s twitter again, “Miu Miu is the new New New!!!!! Amaaazing!!!!” and I thought, ok, I’ll hold off judgment until tomorrow.

And now, flipping through images, I realized I actually do like it, at least most of it. If the hair and the makeup and the square toed shoes are stripped away, there’s a parade of cute, flirty dresses that’ll probably command the same attention Prada’s lace did four seasons ago. Whether those tiny dresses will look as good on mere mortals as they do on Lindsay Wixson and Abbey Lee remains to be seen.