Manolo Love

With his world of fantasy, rich detail, and extraordinary imagination, he destroyed the whole idea that diamonds are a girl’s best friend. Manolo Blahnik’s shoes are.
--Andre Leon Talley, editor at large, Vogue

There’s definitely something magical about Manolo Blahnik shoes. I can’t exactly describe what that is, but it’s definitely magic.

Not that I own a pair. At least, not yet. I look at them on occasion online and I love them. I love the styles. The strappy sandals. The sexy shoes. The name in bold black sans-serif letters on the interior of the shoe. Can you imagine? Picking up that white box, opening the lid…and petting them? Oh, be still my heart. I could totally see myself doing that.

And that’s exactly what I’d do, too. I’d pick up the box, slip off the lid, carefully open the tissue paper and pick up that shoe (whatever it looks like) and just…hold it. I bet they have that New Shoe Smell, too. That is the best.

Recently, I was looking at a couple of auctions on eBay. There were these Jimmy Choo shoes that were just so cool and pretty. If you’re familiar with eBay then you know they have previews of other similar items on sale. Down at the bottom, in the lower left hand corner, were a pair of Manolo’s on sale.

So I clicked on it…

…and my heart literally stopped. I mean, stopped. My mouth went dry. I got hot flashes. A cold tingle went all over my body and I sat frozen in my chair, staring in wide-eyed innocence at the Beauty That Was Manolo. (You know when you eat a pound of M&Ms and you have that all-over satisfied feeling? It’s a similar feeling…)

I think I must have stared at that auction for a half hour. Just dreaming, wondering what they felt like on. I could imagine myself walking around in them. I mean strutting. Because with these shoes, you’d need to strut.

Okay, enough of this. I think I need to go hose myself down. Or eat another pound of M&Ms.