Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.
What would you recommend for a 32-year-old stay-at-home mother of three preschool boys who doesn’t want to be seen as old before her time? So far, I’ve managed to avoid the mom jeans with the running shoes, although I feel that most of the time my style choices take a back seat to the chaos of kid rearing. Please help me find something casual but smart.
Manolo says, sadly it is true, the time races forward with the shocking alacrity. One minute you are floating through the college quadrangle without the care in the world, looking exactly like the more charming but slightly less goofy version of Zooey Deschanel, and the next—ayyyy!— you are the permanent custodian of the three little boys who, after fifteen minutes of contact, would cause the Super Nanny to lock herself into the downstairs bathroom, crying her eyes out and swigging from the jumbo bottle of vanilla extract.
And although this description seems like the horrible trade off, as if you have given up something valuable for something terrible, it does not in the least describe how you actually feel, which is as if the cosmos have handed you the most beautiful, joyous, precious gift (three gifts!) along with the pile of dirty diapers, the broken dishwasher, and the grotesquely overweight Golden Retriever with the shedding problem.
In the other words, life is to be lived as it comes, as the giant tangled mess of joy and work, grief and leisure, filled with beautiful shoes and rambunctious children.
Here is the Donna Italy 2 from the Geox in the hot momma red color that will dispel any rumors that you are not still “with it.”