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Mermaid hair don't care.
Hand-embellishing a postcard for the 'Beauties of the Night' fundraiser exhibition at Alexi Era Gallery October 24th.
 Old & lovely finds. 
The art of totally embracing lazy mornings.
'Where There Are Butterflies" - SOLD
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Momma said…
Two of my Favorite Girls, Bella and PixiePooBear! I love you both so much!
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Momma Nana Mombie said…
OOPS! I didn't see the Tarkins sleeping there. Three of my Favorite Girls! I love all three of you so much!
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