Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.
I’m getting married in two months to the best guy in the world, pretty much my Prince Charming. Thus far, all of the wedding planning has gone as smoothly as possible except for one thing: I’m 6’1” tall, exactly one half inch taller than my husband-to-be. I have no problem wearing heels when we’re together, and he likes it that I’m tall, so normally I wouldn’t consider not wearing heels. But, for my wedding, I don’t want to tower over him by three inches. Please recommend a pair of fabulous low-heeled wedding shoes.
Manolo says, the Manolo wishes that tall girls would no longer worry about this sort of thing. However, the Manolo also knows that weddings are the dramatically artificial events in which, like the land of Disney, stressed out people labor mightily, in secret, to make every detail conform to the fairy tale.
Because of this desire for aesthetic perfection, slovenly couch potatoes, both male and female, are forcibly scrubbed, trimmed and coifed all over, dressed in the fancy clothes and then prodded to remain upright and standing for nearly one whole hour,
Likewise, tall women are required to wear low-heeled shoes so that the men appear sufficiently manly and the women sufficiently girly. (As the aside, why does the Manolo never receive frantic missives from short grooms looking for fashionable elevator shoes?)
Look, here is the kitten heeled Evie from Kate Spade, available in virginal white, or the slightly-fallen-angel ivory.