Vara Patent Kitten Heels from Ferragamo for the Monday

Manolo says, it is Monday, the first day of the new week of laboring, and already you are less than gruntled with your coworkers, one of whom is the unknown sneak-thief, the others of whom do not take the on-going threat of sneak-thievery seriously.

Earlier, when you took your mid-morning break, you discovered that someone had purloined your fruit-on-the-bottom yoghurt from the refrigerator in the break room. Normally, such things would roll off your back as the water does from the duck boots, but this, outrageously, was the third time in the past month that something similar has happened. First it was the crackers from the Trader Joes, you know the ones with the rosemary and raisins, and then, two weeks ago, it was (do not laugh) your stapler which disappeared from your desk and has yet to resurface.

Unfortunately, the few minutes ago, when you expressed your outrage to your best office pal, Julia, her reply was less than helpful.

“Forget it, it’s Chinatown,” she said.

Which, while true, did not assuage your burning ire. You had clearly placed the sticky note with your name written on it, on that cherry yoghurt. And so, when you went to have your little snack the few minutes ago, and discovered no yoghurt and the note stuck to the jar of ancient pickle relish (which office archeology has dated to the early Rummelkin Dynasty), you almost blew the gasket.

Your brief investigation in the break room turned up no evidence of foul play, no empty yoghurt carton in the trash can, no cherry bestained spoons in the sink.

This has only strengthened your desire to solve this heinous crime, to crack this case wide open and bring the unknown perp to justice. Indeed, your head is filled with the million-billion plans for exacting revenge, each more improbable and offensive than the last, each more likely to result in your summary dismissal from employment.

Manolo says, what is needed now is to take the little breath, calm down, relax.

So, hunger impelled one of your coworkers to take your yoghurt.

If any of them had asked, would you not have given that yoghurt to even the worst of them? Consider it the act of laudable generosity, and console yourself with shoes!

Vara Patent Leather Kitten Heel Bow Pump from Salvatore Ferragamo

Here is the Vara Patent Leather Kitten Heel Pump from Salvatore Ferragamo, the perfect example of its type; the Platonic, red kitten heel of your dreams.

Who has time for trivial things like missing yoghurt when such shoes exist!

7 Responses to “Vara Patent Kitten Heels from Ferragamo for the Monday”

  1. The formerly shoe-obsessed Wayne July 16, 2012 at 12:00 pm #

    Elegant…but are slides (of any kind) appropriate for the 9-to-5 wear? (Just asking.)

    • Manolo the Shoeblogger July 16, 2012 at 12:03 pm #

      It is not for the office, dear Wayne. It is for the daydreaming.

    • Megan July 16, 2012 at 12:21 pm #

      I’d wear these to work at my office.

  2. LIsa from SoCal July 16, 2012 at 12:24 pm #

    Has anybody done a background on check on Julia? She’s taking this issue awfully lightly.

  3. Andyshoes July 16, 2012 at 12:33 pm #

    I would give up all of my yoghurt for the next 6 months to have those shoes.

  4. Long Island July 16, 2012 at 3:16 pm #

    Ahhhh the kitten heel! The most appropriate name of all shoes.

  5. Phyllis July 16, 2012 at 4:26 pm #

    Ah missing food, the only thing more annoying are co-workers who leave their dirty dishes in the sink (Do they think their mother works here?) and who ignite a bag of microwave popcorn every afternoon at 3pm.