Manolo says, here are some of the week’s best from the Manolo-sphere.

Glinda…

And lastly, I must confess that I take issue with the name of this shoe, â??White Fever.â?? It conjures up images of some sort of worldwide pandemic, with people quarantined in tents and receiving shots.

Never teh Bride…

The assorted family members present then heap sage advice upon the couple. Finally, the bride drinks a little holy water from one side of the vase, the groom drinks a little from the other side, and bada-bing, bada-boom, theyâ??re hitched.

Raincoaster…

â??Well, my name is Halle, and Iâ??m an actor,â?? said the woman who was even then taking in several million for starring in Catwoman.

Plumcake…

Friends, my ass looks fantastic.

Francesca…

Because, you know, America Ferrera as she actually is looks a lot like most of your readers

Spirit Fingers…

My chicken cutlet has fallen out in anticipation of what is to come.

Twistie…

In exchange for corporate sponsorship, Breitenkamp is offering advertising space on her wedding programs, a list of all sponsors on her wedding website, and an invitation to a representitive of each company to come mingle at her reception to find new customers.

Mr. Henry…

Now is the time of bounty, the season when little baskets in the market brim sinfully with berries so ripe you cannot in good conscience pass them by. They must be rescued and carried swiftly home to be consumed before sun-up.

Isidore Gallant…

After all, even Cary Grant nearly burst a blood vessel in his forehead while knitting his own sweaters.

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