Jimmy Choo Cutout Suede Ankle Boots for the Monday

Manolo says, it is Monday, and you are back at your desk thinking that now is the winter of your discontent, not made glorious summer by these Jets of York, and all the clouds are lour’d upon your house.

But then that is what you get for being the fan of professional football…the months’ long build up of excitement and hopefulness, ended by the bitter disappointment of being tossed from the playoffs just before the Bowl of Superness.

Unless, of the course, it is your team that has won, in which case, it is exaltation and joy and wedges of plastic cheese to wear upon your thick noggin, or perhaps the tacky towel of terribleness to frantically wave as if you were signaling the rescue plane.

But, no, your team is not to be counted among the potential champions this season, meaning that this day, today, not last Monday, is indisputably the saddest day of the year.

What is needed now to ease the pain are shoes, beautiful shoes such as these…

Jimmy Choo Cutout Suede Ankle Boot

The Jimmy Choo Cutout Suede Ankle Boot, the sort of boot that could make the person forget all about the stout men in tight pants who play silly games with prolate spheroids.

5 Responses to “Jimmy Choo Cutout Suede Ankle Boots for the Monday”

  1. bookgirl January 24, 2011 at 1:12 pm #

    Since I am not a football fan, the Bowl of Superness holds no interest for me. Beautiful shoes like these do, however!

  2. annie January 24, 2011 at 1:18 pm #

    Is it wrong, or is it okay, to wear transparent hose with shoes such as these, for those of us with unlovely, although professionally pedicured, tootsies?

    • Nancy January 24, 2011 at 3:30 pm #

      Or those of us with cold feet?

  3. Stephanie January 24, 2011 at 2:01 pm #

    Super great shoes. I can’t wait for the day I afford all my shoes to be like that.

  4. NDC January 24, 2011 at 7:18 pm #

    “Prolate spheroid.” My day has been made. Thank you, Manolo. Especially since I likely will be in the company of disconsolate adherents of the Jets of York (“When You’re A Jet…”) at a conference tomorrow, all day, including the cocktail hour, I will make the concerted effort to interject “prolate spheroid” into the conversation.

    It will likely be met with guffaws or stunned silence, notwithstanding the fact that these peoples all have advanced degrees.

    All the best,

    NDC