Manolo asked, whose shoes?
Manolo answers, it is the Greta Garbo!
Congratulations to the Manolo’s internet friend Katie who was the first to correctly identify this most important cinematic personage of note.
What’s that? No, no, no. Of course she is not talking about your child. No, of course not. It is purely theoretical, based upon second-hand contact with other peoples childrens, not your little darling. Not at all.
Manolo says, at the moment, for the Manolo living in Buenos Aires is somewhat confusing. The calendar says it is time to get out the sweaters and carve the pumpkins, but the trees and the flowers say it is spring, when the young Manolo’s fancy turns to thoughts of sandals.
So, as the Manolo dreams of strappy flats in festive colors, the various letters from the Manolo’s internet friends all speak of boots and chilly weather.
Happily, the Manolo is the empathetic person possessed of the powerful imagination, and so he knows just what his friends mean, and can easily imagine the solution, in this case these uber-handsome, stacked-heel, mini-platform boots from Costume National, boots so wonderfully attractive that traffic on the main thoroughfare in that cutesy New England town will stop.
What New England town is that, you may ask?
Why it is Upper West Stockfordbridgehamptown!
You know, the place with the little village green with the white Congregational church and colonial tavern. That place, where you will spend the weekend with the tall, blond man in the Barbour jacket, looking at leaves, and searching through the antique stores for copper bed-warming pans and novelty andirons.