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Mad Art Gallery Opening Reception


Standing with my girls at Mad Art Gallery's opening reception was a truly remarkable experience! I look calm and collected, but this moment has been building inside of me for several weeks... and when it finally arrived, it was an absolute whirlwind of emotions. I was so happily overwhelmed that looking back has already created veils and I can't remember everything that happened. But with certainty, I had the best possible support team with me, met some wonderful people and even got to spend time with one of my high school besties! It was a night I'll keep with me for a very long time.

(Antique lace caplet, DIY Lucky jeans, Dailylook Double Crossed cuff, Vintage rosary and Egyptian scarab pendant necklace) 

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Rick Forrestal said…
OMG . . .
you're here in town.
I shall check out your collection at Mad Art.
Congrats.
I like your post and i hope we will get nice information in the future as well. Keep Sharing
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Unknown said…
wow. Congratulations!

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