Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.

Dear Manolo,

My lovely fiance and I are getting married at our favorite tiki bar in May. I am wearing a short, toga-ish, one-shoulder white dress; my fiance will be wearing a Hawaiian shirt (and pants). I’m looking for fun, cute shoes that will look good with this dress – and that will also be comfortable for running around enjoying the wedding. Any suggestions?

Arin

Manolo says, Ayyyyy! The tiki flavored wedding at the tiki bar! It is the perfectly whimsical solution to the problem of the enormous costs of the modern ceremonies. Instead of the surf-and-the-turf sit-down meals, pu-pu platters and poi for everyone!

Of the course, such things are not without the danger. For the example, the Manolo does not fully remember his own last visit to the neighborhood tiki bar, Trader Melvins, the exotic realm of giant Styrofoam stone heads, bongo drums, and the rampant Polynesiana.

All the Manolo can say with confidence is that the evening began with the giant clam shells of Mai Tais, together with the long straws for everyone at the table, and ended many hours later with the Manolo hula dancing wildly to the sound track of Blue Hawaii.

And after that, the Manolo vowed never again to drink the rum.

Here is the Layla from the Beverly Feldman, the mid-heel sandal in silver with the South Sea pearl-type accent.

Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.

Dear Manolo,

I work at a fairly large software company, and happily I managed to survive the past year without getting laid off, in fact, I actually seem to be (possibly, maybe, keeping fingers crossed) in line for a promotion. Now, however, it’s time for the annual holiday party, a minefield of potential social disasters. What do you suggest?

Lily

Manolo says, congratulations to the Manolo’s friend who has prospered in this most difficult of economic conditions!

And now, all of this progress could all be lost in the single moment of unbridled holiday enjoyment/drunken revelry/wardrobe malfunction, when you decide that your black-clad, hipper-than-hip CEO who works from the desk in the democratically open office (when he is not private jetting off for Nepal or Cupertino), must be forced into joining the spirited rendition of “Grandma Got Run Over by The Reindeer.”

“Come on, Jeffy, baby! I know you know the words! You look just like Weird Al!! Wheeee!”

What is that? You say, you did not know that the nog in “Trekkie Brad’s Special Egg Nog” was 151-proof rum?

But, at least you will have the satisfaction of knowing that you looked great in your moment of disgrace, especially if you wear these sandals, the Gumball from Beverly Feldman. On sale at Zappos for only $148!

Manolo says, this spring, the Manolo has decided that he (along with many of the major shoe designers) will be all about the beautiful, flowery, girly sandals.

Obviously, the Manolo’s friend Beverly Feldman has taken this message of blossoms and boughs to heart, for here is the Ondine, the super cute, super fantastic, kitten heel flowery sandal. It is wonderfully cheerful, no?