For the past several weeks, there have been shoe sales galore in Manhattan. But the week after the Fourth of July marks the Manolo Blahnik sale. I am happy to say, that although I went to visit the sale, I did not fall prey to any purchases. These shooze above are an old pair of Manolos. And although they are not as high as most of my shoes, I really, really love them. Their shape is classic, the navy linen material is casually chic and they are appropriate for anywhere, still with the hint of allure by their flash of toe cleavage.
I visited the atelier on a day when the air conditioning decided to go faulty. Did I mention that we have been amidst a 100 degree heat wave this week in New York? Nonetheless, the boutique was filled with ladies admiring and deciding upon which purchases to make. There were the exotic skins, the bejeweled sandals, the good looking sensible flat sandals and the everyday classic pumps. While I am usually entranced by the beauty and form of a shoe when I am surrounded by them, this time something more powerful captivated my attention. It was the shoe shoppers. Specifically, the young girls who were accompanying their mothers on this excursion. They must have all been under the age of 12 years old. They were trying on all the sample shoes on display and were admiring their tiny feet in the mirror as they balanced and teetered on high heels. There were squeals of delight. Their eyes were wide with eager happiness. It was the equivalent of JV and Gus hitting home runs and winning the game for their teams. There really must be a gene in the female constitution that encourages the love affair that women have with shooze. As you can see, it clearly starts young.
Manolo Blahnik, navy linen kitten heels
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