Brian Atwood Lana Patent Peep-Toe Pump For the Monday

Manolo says, it is Monday and you are back at your desk, although frankly, as is usually the case, you would prefer to be somewhere else, maybe on the beach with the piña colada, or the dark side of the moon with only your clone for company, anywhere away from the incessant petty demands of the commercial workplace.

Everyone knows that summers are the worst time to have to go to the work. From childhood, you have been conditioned to take the three months from June to August off, spending those days in simple, wholesome pleasures: riding your bike to the swimming hole, catching fireflies in the gloaming, eating the watermelon slices and spitting the seeds at your little sister.

But then, when you became the adult, everyone expects you to change the natural order of things. Thereafter you must spend your summer days locked up in the cubicle, drenched in flickering, artificial light, constantly at the mercy of the bad-tempered bullies who sign your paychecks.

And now, in place of the lazy warm days spent lying on the lawn and staring at the clouds, you exchange your freedom for money, and attempt to cram your summer into the two weeks of vacation the bullies have allotted to you.

It is days like this that your most agrarian fantasies take flight. It is on these summer days, as you drive down the freeway, your business clothes cutting off the circulation to your buttocks, that you vow to quit the job, sell the house and the car, and buy the farm in the foothills of the Catskills…no, the Appalachians…wait, on the edge of the Blue Ridge Mountains, in Virginia! Yes, in Virginia.

And there, on your 19th century homestead, (which still has the bullets holes from the minor Civil War skirmish), you will raise goats (chèvre!) and chickens (free range eggs!) and plant the enormous truck garden. And on Saturdays, you will load up your antique Ford pick-up truck and drive to the farmer’s market. There, your heirloom beefsteak tomatoes will command the premium price, because famous television chefs had praised your vegetables in glossy magazines with obscenely luscious photographs.

But then you break your nail while applying the thick coating of suntan lotion to your arms, so as to protect your delicate cuticle as you dash from the office to your car in the midday sun, making you think that maybe, perhaps, you are not so well suited for the farm life.

You know what it is you now require? Shoes! Beautiful, sweet shoes.

These beautiful shoes, the Lana Patent Leather Peep-Toe Pumps by Brian Atwood may well be the cure for what ails you.

8 Responses to “Brian Atwood Lana Patent Peep-Toe Pump For the Monday”

  1. Miss Janey June 28, 2010 at 5:59 pm #

    Miss J could not agree more with the sentiments about summer.

  2. LaLarson June 28, 2010 at 7:43 pm #

    I love these Monday posts. They never fail to cheer me up.

  3. Victor June 28, 2010 at 7:53 pm #

    Sir, it’s oppressively hot in Virginia at the moment, and those shoes do nothing but turn up the heat.

  4. raincoaster June 29, 2010 at 3:40 am #

    I love that heel; it’s so Lois Lane!

  5. sunny June 30, 2010 at 5:14 am #

    this beautiful shoe reminds me of a wedding ceremoney, i saw the most beautiful bride in the world, but her ankle was injured by her high heels.

  6. sue June 30, 2010 at 11:37 pm #

    i would give anything for those shoes…my god…

  7. Plumcake July 6, 2010 at 1:42 pm #

    Boss,

    As someone whose people have called Virginia home since 1697, and who adores the Blue Ridge Mountains with all my soul, I assure you: those bullets are from The Late Unpleasantness, not the C____ W__.

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