Google, Google, Why Hast Thou Forsaken the Manolo?

Manolo says, please excuse the Manolo while he complains about something that has been bothering him for the many months now: the peculiar search results returned by the Google search engine, which has seemed to take the inexplicable disliking to the blog of the Manolo.

To illustrate this problem, the Manolo has done three searches on the title of one of his most recent blog postings, Manolosphere: The Tumblr of the Manolo, from earlier this afternoon.



Super Fantastic Last Minute Gifts for the Home

Manolo says, yes, we are in final countdown to day of celebration, but there is still just barely the time to obtain the few things with which to delight the ones you love.

Swissmar Noirmont Fondue Set

“Please, Manolo, the fondue set” you are perhaps saying, “This is not 1963. We have moved beyond this.”

“Nonsense,” would answer the Manolo. This is not the mere fondue set, to be filled with melted Velveeta into which you will dunk the stale Wonder bread and the slices of red delicious. This is the Noirmont Cast Iron Meat Fondue Pot from Swissmar in which you will astound your friends by preparing the hearty Fondue Bourguignon, the convivial and satisfying aprés ski meal, of the sort the Manolo has enjoyed in Alpine hotels, after his more adventurous friends return from the slopes.

Highbury Table Cloth, Strawberries

The Manolo has found through long experience, that the happy tablecloth is one of the best reasonably priced gifts to give the family of your acquaintance. It cheers the home and warms the heart, and if well chosen, will be the frequent reminder of the respectful affection you have for your friends.

BIA Cordon Bleu Dessert Plates

Yet another cheerful gift that would be welcomed by any hostess is the BIA Cordon Bleu Cheese Plates. Just right for informal little soiree.

White Sturgeon Caviar from California

OF the course, if you wish to bring something most extravagant, then please allow the Manolo to suggest, sustainably grown caviar from California. Yes, it is not Beluga or Sevruga, but then you do not have to worry that your precious caviar dollars are going to support Russian gangsters and/or Iranian mullahs intent on denuding the Caspian Sea of life.


Manolosphere: The Tumblr of the Manolo

Manolo says, the Manolo has started the new outlet for the short things that catch the attention of the Manolo: Manolosphere: The Tumblr.

P.S. The Manolo has finally updated this post with the correct linkage to the Manolo’s new tumblr.


Allaire from Liam Fahy For the Monday

Manolo says, it is Monday and you are furiously attempting to find suitable gifts for the most difficult person on your list, your mother.

What does one get for the woman whose chief entertainments seem to be working at the soup kitchen and attempting to run down pedestrians in crosswalks?

“That is a woman in a hurry,” says your husband Gary, half-admiringly, as your mother squeals tires away from your home on Saturday, “and she’s probably going to kill someone.”

But, you were not paying attention. Your mind had already begun to wrestle with the eternal problem, what to get someone who has everything, wants nothing, and is crazy.

Buying the gift for your mother-in-law, Blanche of the Biker Gang, was easy. You bought her the new e-book gadget thing and loaded it up with the collected works of Zane Grey.

“The perfect gift,” said Gary, “she can keep it in the saddle bags on her bike.”

But for your mother, the dangerous woman of seventy-something, such things would probably not be suitable. She has never been the great reader, picking up mystery novels, and then putting them down before the ending, often with the announcement that “I figured out who did it. No reason to finish.”

She is not possessed of great vanity or girlish charm, which would enable you to give her the perfume or the Hermés accessories. Indeed, for the past fifteen years the ladies at the Villa Charisma Hair Salon have been perming your mother’s hair into the short ‘do most favored by progressive nuns and prison matrons.

Nor is she especially sentimental. Yes, there are the obligatory photos of you and your siblings, and the various grandchildren on the walls of her home, but nothing like the shrines to family you have seen in the homes of many persons of your acquaintance.

It has always been easy to shop for your father, as he has the panoply of esoteric hobbies, such as marquetry, model railroadry, and antique car restorationry, which keep him out in his workshop and away from your mother for much of each day, and which have the bewildering number of accessories and publications suitable for giving as the gifts.

The problem is that the main occupations of your mother are charitable and religious.

She plays the organ at the church on Sundays, (famously adding modern flourishes to traditional hymns, such as the time she slipped the bar of Hoagy Carmichael into “The Old Rugged Cross”). Then she works at the Humane Society on Mondays, the local soup kitchen on Tuesdays and Saturdays, and with foster children who have aged out of the system on Fridays. She sends checks to anti-malaria organizations in Africa, prepares Christmas gift boxes for orphans in Honduras, and has been known to bring random crusty punks home for sauerkraut and kielbasa supper.

She drives like the maniac because she feels that time to do good is limited.

“You know what she’d like best,” says Gary, as you walk up the driveway together, “that we go down and help her serve Christmas dinner at that soup kitchen.”

He’s right, of course…

Look! Shoes!
Allaire Sandal from Liam Fahy

Here is the Allaire strappy sandal from the hot young designer Liam Fahy; the perfect momentary diversion, before you concentrate on the things that matter most.