Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.
I will be attending my 20th high school reunion this summer. I was hoping for a fabulous evening of dinner and dance, but alas, the venue is a family picnic in the middle of a field, and I’ll be chasing two small children. Please help.
Manolo says, few life events are as fraught with the potential for embarrassment as the high school reunions.
“Jane, it is so wonderful to see you, how is Bob?…Oh, really, well he clearly wasn’t right for you. Ayyyy! Look! There is Sally Beistermann at the buffet. She got as big as the house! What? She’s your lover?”
One minute you are admiring your old flame’s new hair system and spare tire, and the next you’re face down in the punch.
Of the course, the Manolo also abhors the idea of the outdoor picnic reunion. How is one supposed to make the others jealous when the harsh afternoon sun reveals every crow’s foot and gray hair.
In such cases, the best policy is to use the super fantastic feetwear to direct their gazes away from the ravages of time and the egg on your face.
Here is the eye-catching espadrille from the Kate Spade that will make mean girls green with envy.