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

Dear Manolo,

One of my best friends is getting married in late April, and I’ve been saddled with bridesmaid duty. The dresses my friend has picked for us are a sky blue color that is especially unflattering with my skin tone. Luckily, we’re allowed to choose our own shoes, so now I turn to you to help me find something that will make up for the dress. Please help.

Megan

Manolo says, the Manolo’s friend is very lucky indeed that she was at the least able to wear shoes to this wedding. Many of the Manolo’s friends report that among the recent wedding trends is for the young bride and her maids to completely dispense with the wearing of the shoes, on the double theory that it will save the monies, and prevent the possibility of tripping over the various hems and trains and dressly folderol.

Of the course, if you say the words “barefoot wedding” to the Manolo he immediately thinks of either the marriage of Starshine Moonfall to her “old man” Coyote, or else the ceremony that prominently features rousing banjo music and jugs of “corn likker”, neither of which is likely to be featured in the latest glossy edition of Snooty and Expensively Bankrupting Weddings Weekly.

But, chacun à son gout.

Look! Here is the Rey from Badgley Mischka the silvery, beaded strappy sandal.