Manolo says, it is Monday, another day on the hamster wheel.
Here is the thought: what ever happened to those lazy, crazy, hazy, dazys of summer?
You know, those long, long July days when you were twelve, riding your bike through the neighborhood with your best friend Melody and your crew of pre-teen miscreants.
Well, “miscreant” is not the right word, as not only were you the bookworm, specializing in Laura Ingalls Wilder, with the subspeciality in Lucy Maud Montgomery, but Melody would grow up to become the pastoral administrator at St. Amandus, the imposing woman in sensible shoes and navy blue, who has been known to cause young priests to shake with fear.
But things seemed so much simpler back in the day. Your mother kicked you and your siblings out of the house right after breakfast, locked the door, and shouted through the screen “Don’t come back until lunch time”. (Today, such commonsensical, summertime behavior would be considered child abuse.)
So, you went down the block, found the other children whose mothers had ejected them from their homes, and formed the pack, which, without the distraction of video games, got up to all sorts of entertaining analog hijinks, such as dress-up dolly, neighborhood hide and go seek, building hideouts from old refuse found along the creek, and because there were more boys in your hood, also such violent favorites as buck buck, and throwing rocks at each other.
But now, your children sit at home exercising their thumbs texting, texting, texting.
Look! Beautiful shoes for the fall…
This is the the scoop neck ankle boot from Reed Krakoff in the very trendy oxblood color.
Manolo says, it is Monday and you are back at your desk doing that thing that you do to make that money that you need to stave off the ravages of the modern world (such as having only the basic cable and eating the Helper of the Hamburger).
Yes, you must trade one third of each working day for the monthly notice that some electronic bits representing the medium of exchange known as “dollars” (or “pounds”) have been deposited into your account at the regional mega bank.
It is not like back in the day, when each Friday afternoon your grandfather trooped down to the pay office, lunch bucket in hand, to receive the actual physical monies, the fraction of which he would then spend on the glass of beer and the onion sandwich, shared with his friends on their way home (their reward for the week of hard physical labor).
And now, our labor mostly consists of electronically wrangling with peoples in distant parts of the world over niggling matters punctilious nonsense. We are less likely than our grandfathers to lose our fingers in the machinery of production, but the price we pay is that our Friday afternoon onion sandwiches are less flavorful, and our relationships more attenuated.
How unusual to think that we “know” hundreds of peoples we have never even spoken to on the telephone, much less met in person. It is the situation beyond imagining for our ancestors, to live and work in such majestic comfort and safety, and yet be so distant from others.
Life is joy and sorrow, work and play, doubt and faith, jumbled together in the most vexing and glorious stew. Eat and live!
Here is the Lizard and Mirrored Asymmetrical Sandal from Reed Krakoff, something that should make even the grimmest days more bearable.
Manolo says, these Reed Krakoff shearling sandals are simply stunning in this dove-gray-on-gray combination (indeed, they make the entire outfit for Our Miss Amanda Brooks over at the website of the marvelous Garance Doré’s).
What the Manolo loves most about this shoe is that it is at once restrained and sensual; the perfect combination of the Apollonian and the Dionysian. It has the clean, intellectual lines, and yet one can feel the pleasure-giving softness of the shearling.
If, you are looking for super fantastic shoes you could not do better than the latest collection from the Reed Krakoff, the name you will be hearing more of in the immediate future.