The Manolo Week in Review
Manolo says, here is the best of the week from the Manolosphere.
Joan Collins gave us quite the scare recently when she showed up at the Angel Ball, clinging onto her fur stole for dear life while everyone else was content to pose with bare shoulders and cleavage.
Ah the formal wedding. Those magical evenings when you get to trade your personal sanity, comfort and an expensive share in a 6 quart Kitchenaid Artisan Pro mixer for four hours of clumsy small talk, a feeble breast grope by an inappropriate member of the groom’s family (bonus points if he was born before the New Deal or has to carry an oxygen tank) and all the hangover-inducing champagne you can drink.
The next time someone suggests women are, or become fat, to hide emotional problems, you can stick this article in their faces.
Fairies, particularly, are in desperate need of a PR boost right about now, and here comes Disney to the rescue.
Legally procure someone else’s child. A young child is good, but it can be of almost any age.
Come to think of it, Izzy hopes someday to see the bumper sticker “If this casbah’s a-rockin’, don’t come a-knockin’.”
Doesn’t Mr. Henry KNOW that chocolate ice cream always disappoints? After years of disappointment, he no longer grouses about the lingering aftertaste of Hershey’s syrup lurking in every common brand.
Helga couldn’t quite understand why every party she’d attended that night ended abruptly after she burst into song…..
I’d recommend shying away from dirty or profane songs, of course. And unless you’re having a kooky Halloween wedding, it’s probably best to steer clear of anything particular dark or unpleasant sounding.