Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s late column for the Express of the Washington Post.
I’m a teacher at an all-girls high school. I need a pair of low-key heels to wear to Prom, graduation and a family wedding this spring. Something that will not break the bank.
Manolo says, oh, how the Manolo well remembers the night of the grand prom at his alma mater, Our Lady of the Flaming Spleen Country Day School (who motto is still “The Wrathful Word Turneth Away Evil”).
How could anyone forget Sister Assumpta, looking like Ernest Borgnine in the wimple, standing at one side of the gymnasium dance floor, armed with something like the lifeguard’s hook, the long pole with the crook on the end.
If, during the slow jam, the bodies of the couples drifted too closely together, or the hand of the boy slipped too far down the back of the girl, Sister Assumpta would make her presence known, using her shepherd’s crook to forcefully yank the pair of would-be lovers back to propriety.
Of the course, the Manolo never had any problems on that score, indeed, for the young Manolo the prom was less about the slow-dancing with the girls, and more about the sartorial splendor. Finally, the Manolo’s customary Neo-Edwardian morning coat, embroidered waistcoat, and spats had found the appreciative audience!
Look here is the Wystere from AK Anne Klein, the nude patent pump that will work well for the graduation and the wedding, and will not the bank break.