Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.
My boss has invited me and another coworker to spend Memorial Day Weekend at his beach house on Maryland’s Eastern Shore. He’s a great guy, and his house is supposed to be quite comfortable but I’m still worried about making a good impression, since I’m from Kansas where people don’t have
beach houses. Please help.
Manolo says, how lucky to be invited to spend time in this fairytale land of crab cakes and picturesquely crusty old Chesapeake watermen (where they say “aboot” instead of “about”, just like the Canadians!)
Not as exclusive and stuffy as the coast of New England, nor (outside of Ocean City) as oppressively blighted with the mini-golf courses and gimcrack souvenir shops as further south, the Eastern Shore is the exact right blend of Atlantic Americana, sort of southern, kind of not.
As for what the Kansas girl should wear, the Manolo recommends going the little bit preppy. That sweater she has draped over her pastel-colored polo shirt will come in handy in the cool coastal evenings, just as those boat shoes, worn without socks, will keep her from falling into the water when she visits the rustic dock-side crab shack.
Of the course, being somewhat preppy does not preclude wearing cute thong sandals for the big Saturday night out at the femous crab restaurant, where you will dine like Maryland royalty on crab salad, crab cakes, and crab-berry shortcake.
Look here is the Mckim from Lilly Pulitzer. It is perfect, no?