Dior Padlock Clog Sandals For the Monday
Manolo says, it is Monday and you are back at the work, adding your thimble’s worth to the Gross Domestic Product of National Productivity. It is not much, but in these days, it is every little bit that helps.
Unfortunately, your little bit of the productivity comes at the great price: you are inside while the most beautiful spring day blossoms into full bloom outside.
And so you begin to wonder about how it was back in the day, when there were no cars, or electricity, or frozen Lean Cuisine Lemon Garlic Shrimp dinners, and the peoples of the earth lived simple lives in harmony with the nature, lives which were not dominated by words, words, words swirling endlessly upon cheap paper and electronic screens.
Would it not be idyllic to wake up each morning, put on your all-natural fabric, shapeless woolen-shift, empty your chamber pot, and get busy preparing your daily meal of pounded gruel and chicken feet on the open fire fed by cow dung?
Wait the second!
This is not your fantasy of man-in-nature! This is the real thing, as life was lived before the invention of toaster-ovens and central heating.
No, no. Your prelapsarian world is the fantasy place, the semi-pre-industrial world where nature looks like the carefully tended garden, and the buildings blend seemlessly into it, and all the peoples are beautiful and enlightened, and walk about in short robes talking about philosophy and eating healthy ethical meals of fruit and vegetables that taste like ambrosia (with the little marshmallows) and yet have exactly the right amount of calories and nutrients to keep everyone looking like Hollywood actors…
Ayyyy!
And then you realize that your perfect world only exists in Star Trek: The Next Generation, as one of those places that look magnificent on the surface, but turn out to have barbaric laws and customs or else the secret terror lurking just off the stage, the terror which can only be defeated by incomprehensibly magical modern technology, egregious moralizing, and hammy acting.
Sigh.
Look! Dior!
You would be the most natural thing ever in these Padlock Clog Sandals from Dior.
God love ya, Manolo, you always put a smile on my face when I need it most.
The little marshmallows are what did it for me today. Heaven only knows what the proletarians down the hall thought precipitated the snigger emanating from my office.
Manolo, if I could only emulate the enviably plummy voice of Ofeibea Quist-Arcton of NPR, I would say, “Manolo, always a pleasure.”
The Monday morning soliquies are getting better and better!
Wow. Just. Wow. Of all the STNG episodes you could reference. So hilarious! That first and second season had Rodenberry’s campy fingers all over them, which is why the series improved after he retired!
LOL and then some! Oh, did you nail me good.
And I love those shoes. (To look at, not to wear. ;-) )
:-) Funny… Ironically it’s Monday again :-(