The Manolo Week in Review
By Manolo the ShoebloggerManolo says, here is the best of the previous week from the Manolosphere.
From the moment her gentle but experienced hands clasped around his postmodern cool aura, Quentin knew he had found his longlife muse and partner.
That’s “cliff” to us landlubbers.
Please, Barack, if it didn’t work for the Mahatma, will it work for you?
Before you can start making serious plans for your wedding, there’s one thing it’s smart to do: decide on the other person who will stand at the altar with you.
I quit my job shortly after having the Munchkin, and we’ve been living in Frugal City ever since.
¿Y tú cuánto pagarías por una hora de a-Zoe-soría?
I’ve just spent the past five minutes looking at the word “doily” and trying to figure out if it really is even a word.
On the other hand, there’s no denying that confidence, talent, and generosity of spirit go a long way, and that sometimes, the reasons people deny us what we want are not about our fat.
La sociedad global y sus circunstancias típicas de doble moral y morbo secreto, encuentran un regocijo extremo en el alma sinvergüenza de los paparazzi.
I’ve never really gotten the whole fish as pets thing.
Courtesy of Thom Browne comes this freakish nightmare…
