Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.
My favorite pair of beautiful, practical, comfortable, Italian leather, black, flat ankle boots have finally died. I’ve been trying to keep them alive, taking good care of the leather, re-heeling them when needed, but they have passed beyond the point of saving, and now I need new shoes. Please help me.
Manolo says, in the past the Manolo has discussed in this column the six stages of shoe-loss grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance, and shopping.
Letters like this, however, remind us in the personal way of the trauma suffered by those who have lost their loved ones after the long period of decline.
It is not easy letting go, and the Manolo would never want you to forget those who were with us through the thick and the thin ankles, but who have now passed on.
Yet life continues, and we must through it muddle as best as we can. Remember, as the Byrds sang, “to every shoe there is the season, turn, turn, turn.” And Leah’s departed flat black boots, who know this fact of life, would want her to be happy, would want her to find the new boots that would take good care of her.
Perhaps these handsome boots, the Devonshire from Bruno Magli, can begin to help heal Leah’s heart.