Manolo says, ayyyyy! Summer has officially started and it is officially the first big heat wave. How do we know this? Just this morning, on the television, the Manolo saw Al Roker melting into the puddle on the sidewalk outside the NBC studios, screaming over and over, “The fire! It burns, it burns!”
Or, perhaps not.
Every year, the residents of the Washington, D.C., go through the same ritual: Decrying the first intensely humid and heatful day, calling it “unprecedented,” as if the D.C. summers had never before been hot.
“What’s this,” says the average newcomer to the District. “It’s going to be 95 degrees outside? Why was I not informed about this oppressive climate?”
Thankfully, we live in the age of ubiquitous air conditioning, when we can scamper from the house to the car to the office with only the few seconds’ exposure to nature’s blast furnace. And yet, strangely, these few seconds are enough to cause widespread lamentations among the citizenry.
So, what does the quirky girl wear when the weather turns hot? Something Hellenic (it is frequently hot in Greece), such as these marvelously amusing sandals, the Calypso from Ancient Greek Sandal ($245, Saksfifthavenue.com). With these on your feets you would be impervious to fire!