Move over Manolo. Jimmy Choo is nothing to sneeze about, but he too can step aside. My favorite shoes for the winter come with heavy straps and metal cleats. And they are not for kinky sex. They are for climbing straight up and down snow-covered mountains. Which Clint and I did this afternoon in the middle of a honkin’ snow storm. We went right out our back door with our dog Gina. Wouldn’t have traded that hour and a half for a glass slipper. Don’t need glass slippers either. I already have my Prince Charming.