Manolo the Columnist

Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.

Dear Manolo,

I am in an existential crisis. At 40, I am about to be divorced, I am mother to a nearly 6-year-old son, and I am a lawyer. I need a pair of shoes that will lighten the stresses on my soul, that will feel ever-so-slightly frivolous to put on. I need fun shoes. I need a pair of shoes that I can wear with Capri pants to the playground, that will tell the other mothers that, even though I am an underpaid, overworked, single mother, I still rock in my soul.

Monica

Manolo says, ever since the Manolo wrote about the curative power of shoes the few weeks ago, he has been receiving letters such as this one. And, all because Dr. Manolo, consulting specialist in the medicine of the broken heart, refuses to put the sugar-coating on the bitter pills he prescribes. He tells it like it is, to wit, if you wish to wash that man right out of your hair, first you must go shoe shopping.

No time to wallow in self-pity, do as the Manolo’s friend Monica has done, and rush the patient to the nearest shoe sale, stat! Make way, people! This is the medical emergency! Can you not see that this woman needs shoes?

Here is the Vera from Kate Spade, the frivolously fantastic pom-pom skimmer in white tumbled leather, just in time for summer. Dr. Manolo says, take two of these and call your best friend in the morning to gloat.

Vera by Kate Spade.   Manolo Likes!  Click!