Manolo asks, whose shoes?
Manolo says, one of the Manolo’s internet friends, the Lisa, has sent the Manolo the desperate missive.
Manolo!! Help me! I am the professor currently writing a book about ethics. I live in the mouldering old house in the historic district, with the beautiful crown mouldings of This Old Housedom. But today starts the workmen! As the Manolo would say “Ayyyyyyyyyy”. They are cutting holes in walls, stomping in and out. Go to campus and deal with yucky colleagues? In summer? Or listen to my lovely little house being destroyed? I am going CRAAAAAAZY. Please suggest some ultra-super fantasy shoes for daydreaming soon. Love your blog and your philosophy, Lisa.
Ayyyy! The Manolo knows exactly how frustrating it is to be working hard to avoid work, only to have the real work done by the workmen interfere with your avoidance of work.
But is it not always thus for the people who write for the living?
You know you have to write, you must write, and yet before you can put the words to the paper, everything has to be perfect in your surroundings. Yes, sometimes the words flow like the freshet, tumbling over themselves to escape from your brain onto the page.
At the other times: molasses. Frozen molasses mixed with peanut butter and tar, which you must laboriously unmix and purify using only the single dental pick and clumps of hair you have pulled from you head.
Ayyyy! What to do in the cases when the muses have been chased away? The Manolo’s friend Lisa knows…
Look at the pictures of the super fantastic shoes! Like these pink and red Tahiti Sandals from the Sergio Rossi.
And now, the Manolo will give you the writing prompt, to get the creative juices flowing…
“Daphne,” said Carlo, “rather than rejecting it out of hand, you really should take a moment to consider my proposition.”
Daphne, folded her arms across her chest, unfolded them, and then spoke, “It’s a problem of ethics, darling.”
“It’s those shoes, isn’t it,” shouted Carlo, “admit it, it’s those shoes!”
Daphne looked down at her Sergio Rossi’s — gorgeous, really– and then back up at Carlo, his face as red as the color of her sandals….
Please to leave your best effort in the comments section below.
Manolo says, the few things to tickle you…
Manolo says, “In a program, you know, acknowledging my Higher Power, trying to make amends. Spend a lot of time recycling. Hitting spots behind the Safeway plaza and in the park. Five cents a can adds up real fast, but you gotta be there before the crusties, know what I mean. Hey, you gotta cigarette I can bum, while I fill out this application?”
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, here are the few entertaining links from the Manolo’s Web Snob friends.
Stiletto Jungle counts down 10 ways to save on summer essentials, from sunscreen to mani-pedis.
Have you heard No Doubt’s new single “Settle Down” yet? Allie is Wired has it!
BagSnob chooses the Top 5 Violet Vixens and from the classic to frugal to vegan, there’s something for every snob.
BeautySnob compares the Chanel Glossimer and the Maybelline ColorSensational.
Coquette’s new beauty fav is Clarins Shaping Facial Lift Serum which gives your face a sculpted contour after just four weeks of use.
The Jet Set Girls are wearing and loving the new Kiehl’s Aromatic Blends.
Second City Style is pretty sure you know the peplum that made such a splash last spring, is back again for fall in Trend For Fall 2012: The Peplum Returns.
The Beauty Stop has fallen in love with Lollia Shea Butter Hand Creme.
Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.
The advice you gave last week to the lady who wanted sandals for the end of summer struck a note with me, in that it started me thinking about the fall and what sort of shoes I should be wearing when it arrives. Can you recommend something both casual and somewhat on-trend for when the summer ends?
Manolo says, it is only natural, that we should all be desiring the end to this interminable summer of suffering, that we should be anticipating the arrival of more tolerable weather, which will bring with it the new season of clothing.
As for the major trends of this new season, the Manolo has been delighted by the rise of the lounge loafers (a.k.a the Belgian slippers) to stylishness.
How wonderful it is to see these ultra-comfortable shoes having their moment in the fashion spotlight, especially as we have recently been in the era of the 6-inch stiletto-heeled, ultra-narrow, high-fashion torture shoes.
It is as if all the smart girls got together, placed their Birkin bags on the sacrificial fire, and cried out, “Ouch! We implore you, fashion gods, please give us something that will not mutilate our toes.”
And from their aerie on Mount Louboutin, the fashion gods looked down upon their votaries and thundered, “So shall it be written. Bring back the lounge loafers.”
And the fashion girls shouted, “Huzzah!”
Here is the 6614B from the Belle by Sigerson Morrison, the lounge loafer with the kilim carpet pattern that makes it exactly exotic enough to impress your friends.
Manolo says, here is something to make your July Thursday afternoon more pleasant, the snappy wedge-heeled, espadrille sandals from the Burberry.
Manolo says, here are three things will will provide the moment’s diversion…
Crimson, oxblood, primary, and bordeaux: the color ranges from the subtle to the sensational, but Fall 2012’s best booties are all sexy and vampy.
Here are some products that tickled my fancy, and trust me, my fancy is hard to tickle.
Manolo says, “Her life is only as fabulous as her Facebook photos make it look.”