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Off the Shelf
By Taylor Noel | Wednesday,
March 23, 2016
I grew up in the South. I wore bows in my hair, pearls around my
neck, Lilly Pulitzer sundresses, and Jack Rogers sandals. I was invited to be
a debutante and I pledged a sorority. Needless to say, the importance of a
well-manicured appearance has been impressed upon me, and I’ve also witnessed
my fair share of bad behavior from elite Southern women. Still, I don’t think
anything could have prepared me for the striking world of Cheshire, an
exclusive residential community in Tuscaloosa, Alabama, which is at the heart
of Helen Ellis’s first book, Eating
the Cheshire Cat. READ
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