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Jenny Coon Peterson
Break out the toenail polish; spring is here. And that means new shoes. Hallelujah! No, seriously. You say “new shoes,” and I instantly start hearing really exuberant gospel music that involves clapping and raising of hands. Anyone else?

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Jenny Coon Peterson
I bought an amazing pair of Oxford flats in a supersoft, dove-gray Italian leather while in Florence, and have been waiting for the right weather to don them.