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, it is Friday in late July and you are itching to get yourself out the door of your office and to the weekend. But you cannot, because your Boss, Mr. Napoleon H. Stalin, is standing there asking you to work hard on his useless tasks until quitting time. The nerve of that man!

And you would like to shout, “Talk to the hand, you petty tyrant!” to be accompanied by the appropriate hand and/or finger gestures.

But then, you know that if you do that you will be out on the street looking for work in this economy, which you will probably not find. And then, slowly your savings will be eaten away, and you will fall behind on the bills and the mortgage, and then your house will be foreclosed upon and your entire family will be forced to move in with your parents. The fate worse than death!

And so you suck it up, and drive on, doing exactly that which your boss has specified, even if you can feel your soul slowly draining down into your toes.

What you need right now is to look at some fancy lady shoes! And the fanciest ladyest shoes are from Beverly Feldman!

Here are three shoes that will cheer you.

Above is the Milady, the flowerly suede number that makes the Manolo smile.

Here is the Fire-Isle, the kitten heeled thong sandal with the exuberant adornment.

And finally, here is the aptly-named Stunning from Beverly Feldman

Sandalicious!

Did the Manolo mention that all three of these marvelous shoes are currently on the sale, nearly 40% off of the regular price? Indeed they are, as are many shoes at the Zappos!

P.S. Do you know that sometimes the super fantastic Beverly Feldman herself leaves the comments on the humble shoe blog of the Manolo.

Manolo says, yes, it is only Tuesday, and the recent economic news has been gloomy, but that does not mean that one cannot start thinking about what to wear this weekend. Look, here is the Khloe by Beverly Feldman, the elegant and luxurious ankle bootie with exactly the right amount of rhinestone bling.

What’s this? The Dow Jones Average had it’s single best day ever? Happy Days are here again! Celebrate in beautiful shoes!

Manolo says, here is the amusing article about the Manolo’s shoe designing friend Beverly Feldman.

Beverly Feldman is many things. Internationally renowned shoe designer. Dog lover. World traveler. The one thing she’s not?

“A person of moderation,” she says with a sly giggle.

And she wouldn’t have it any other way. This is a woman who believes diamonds should be worn during the day.

Women over 50 should be single and loving it. And that, “if you’re not born attractive, God, make yourself attractive.”

At 5 feet 4 inches, she’s petite in stature but big on opinions. She’s fabulous with a capital “F.” We found her to be nothing but delightfully fun and her bravado extraordinarily refreshing.

Although she’s not on par with Manolo or Louboutin in terms of name recognition – or pricing – Feldman has found other ways to connect with her audience. Can you imagine Mr. Blahnik writing a blog?

That question made the humble Manolo the shoe blogger laugh out loud.

Didn’t think so; but Feldman does. Her entries, available through her Web site, www.beverlyfeldmanshoes.com, give you insight into her whirlwind world.

Feldman’s designs have adorned the feet of women for 30 years.

When the now 61-year-old fashionista was starting out, she attached the tagline “Too much is not enough.” It’s a philosophy Feldman adheres to in all facets of life.

And this is exactly what the Manolo appreciates about the Beverly Feldman shoes, this spirit of exuberant excess.

Look here is the Silvanna, the gloriously bejeweled flat sandal from the Divine Miss Beverly.

Manolo says, here are the few links which may perhaps amuse…

The Official Beverly Feldman Blog!

Like most bad things, it began with a good idea.

Laskin is seeking $7 million from Crocs, who still refuses to put a warning label on their product, despite widespread reports of similar accidents.

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?

Manolo says, one of the Manolo’s internet friends has asked the Manolo the question.

My dearest Manolo,

It seems that my daily run combined with “excessive” (according to my doctor) wearing of stilettos have given me both a heel spur and plantar fascitis, which makes walking feel very much like there is a very sharp dagger stabbing me in the heel. I am prohibited from wearing anything but flats for (gasp!) at least a YEAR. To make matters worse, I have to wear an orthotic heel cup, so anything that doesn’t cover the Cold War Era Soviet utilitarianistic hideousness of said cup, is out of the question. I should be somewhat excited to be shopping for an entirely new shoe wardrobe, but I feel so limited.

I need flats for every occasion/ensemble (ie. cocktails, barbeque, lunch with the girls, running errands, semi-formal occasions, night on the town, etc.) and I need them fast. Style-wise, I’m very much into classics with a twist of attitude. I am currently wearing tennis shoes with everything, and it makes me feel very housefrau. Please, please, please help. Please. Please. (This is me, with the begging.)

Your faithful,

Danielle

Ayyyyyyy! To be limited by the painful circumstances to only wearing the flats would truly be the fashion emergency. Happily, the Manolo stands ready to make the few suggestions to ease his friend’s trauma.

Here is the attitudinous satin flat from the Pedro Garcia in the color called “pewter”, which would be good for the wearing during the evening, either dressed up or dressed down.

Three words: Red Patent Leather!

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For the more casual times the Manolo likes this driving moccasin from the Prada.

And, finally, for the barbeques, the Manolo gives you the perfect shoe…

These from the inimitable Beverly Feldman are so cutesy with the raffia and the gingham fabric and the cloth berries. Are they not exactly what you would wish to wear with the the capri pants while enjoying the afternoon out in the backyard?

Manolo says, here from the Beverly Feldman is the attractive variation on the very “with it” gladiator sandal.

This one, with the green jadeish ornamentation, it whispers to the Manolo of the forbidden romantic intrigue with the hunky novus homo who has just risen from the proletariat .

In the other words, it is simply the perfect shoe to feed your Colleen McCullough fueled fantasies.

Manolo says, the spring it is icoming! Sing cuccu nu, sing cuccu!

Manolo says, this beautiful and classy shoe from Manolo’s friend the Beverly Feldman, it is perfect for dinner and dancing on the Saturday night of amusement with your dependable steady, the handsome man who still tickles your fancy.