Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.
Valentine’s Day is coming next week and my husband is taking me out to a romantic dinner at a very expensive restaurant. I’ve got my little black dress, but I need some shoes that are suitably sexy. Please help.
Manolo says, Ayyyy! It is the Day of Valentine, one of the most potentially dangerous and depressing days in the entire calendar.
Those who do not have the beloveds are cast down into the pits of gloomy morosity.
While those who do have the beloveds sail dangerously close to the rocky shores of gift giving. Both the gift that is sent and the gift that is received reflect upon the character and depth of the relationship, and any error in judgment results in pain and suffering for all.
Woe be to the simple working man who brings home to his beloved the gift of cheap chocolates and small kitchen appliances. And woe be to the devoted woman who does not understand the necessity of providing her good man with the soft looks, the exposed flesh, and the physical enthusiasm demanded by the votaries of Eros.
Look, here is the Eiffel from Stuart Weitzman, the silver strappy sandal with the French name, so you know it must be romantic, no?