Manolo the Columnist

Manolo says, the Manolo’s most recent column for the Express of the Washington Post it is now available for the downloading. Today, it is the topic of crazy daredevils who will attempt to buy the wife the shoes.

Dear Manolo,

My wife and I will soon be celebrating our third wedding anniversary, a.k.a. the leather anniversary. Can you recommend super fantastic shoes I can buy for her?

Mike

Manolo says, the Manolo he has two reactions to his friend’s desire to buy his wife the perfect shoes.

Firstly, truly this is the young man deeply in love!

Secondly, Ayyyyyyy! Buying the perfect shoes for the wife? Abandon hope all ye who enter here! This way madness and disappointment lie!

Selecting the perfect shoes to be given as the gift is perhaps the most difficult task the Manolo can imagine.

Not only must the shoe be beautiful and luxurious, but the giver of the gift shoe must have the acute knowledge of the shape of the recipient’s foot and the sense of her personal style.

This it is why it is, in the opinion of the Manolo, it is better to pick out the fine leather handbag, perhaps from the Kate Spade or the Prada.

However, if the friend of the Manolo persists in the mad venture, the Manolo would suggest giving the shoes together with the reservation to the fanciest restaurant in the town, so that the potential crushing disappointment will be cushioned by the nice meal, and perhaps two or three bottles of the expensive wine.

Thus, with this in the mind, the Manolo suggests that the Iliad from the Michael Kors has the classic yet senusous line that few women could resist.

The final piece of advice, it is to buy the shoes at the place with the liberal policy of returns.

The Iliad by Michael Kors     Manolo Likes!  Click!

3 Responses to “Manolo the Columnist”

  1. JMe February 24, 2006 at 2:22 pm #

    Bravo, Manolo, the most excellent advice given in the most pleasing manner.

  2. jenny February 24, 2006 at 3:27 pm #

    …but what a lovely husband! Good heavens, if my hubby actually put as much sensitive thought and technical research into an anniversary present as this fellow has, I’d have to check his pupils to make sure that he wasn’t secretly a Stepford Wives-type android created to fool me while the aliens took my real husband back to their home planet for research purposes. If I ask “him” what size shoes I wear and he actually knows the answer, it will prove beyond a doubt that the aliens have him.

  3. her favorite February 24, 2006 at 7:43 pm #

    Dear the Manolo:

    I read your column in the Washington Post Express and love it. I have to write you because of the advice you gave Mike on February 24 about how to buy his wife shoes. Suggesting he plan to take her out to dinner in case she didn’t like the shoes – ouch. May I most humbly give the Manalo a suggestion that has worked for me, an otherwise dumb-ass guy who likes to see his wife in sexy shoes. Have the shoes you bought her and everything else ready as described below. When you have a quiet afternoon or evening, mix her the perfect martini (or her favorite drink) sit her in the most comfortable chair in the house. Bring some of her favorite hors d’oeurves. Have her favorite music on in the background. Give her a Vogue or something with plenty of shoe ads. Bring out the footbath supplies you bought at the Body Shop or some such place to give her a long footbath in nice warm water. Massage her feet. Dry them off (with warm towels you had going in the dryer). Rub her feet with lotion. Kiss her feet. Tell her how sexy her feet are. Then give her the shoes. Take her back in the bedroom and tell her how turned on you are when she wears such sexy and beautiful shoes. Give her as much pleasure as you can while she’s wearing nothing but the shoes. Before you know it, you will be able to buy her whatever shoes you want. She will even ask you to do this for her. Works for me. And for her.