BY LORRAINE DUFFY MERKL I feel like a teenager again and that is not a good thing. It began a few days ago when it snowed. I had no plan to go out; just sit with a cup of tea and a fashion magazine, while in the background, the GOP candidates called each other names on MSNBC. A Stuart Weitzman ad stared up at me with a willowy model in a pair of platform oxfords. Decades ago, I had those shoes in a few colors. My mother used to yell that I looked like I was walking on two blocks of wood.
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