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Pieces of Me

A sprinkling of jewelry hands and other (funky/quirky) ornamental holders lounging around my house...
It’s impossible to classify myself as the braggadocios type, but when someone feels inclined enough to grant me an award, I am truly honored and therefore compelled to write about it... after the celebratory twirling has ceased, of course. Given that I'd never leave this thoughtfulness unnoticed, very special thanks go out to the following righteous babes for being so damn incredible!
(Insert blushing smile) xxx

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