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Category: 94 Days of Summer

Slather Up

Day Two: every 80 minutes if you know what’s good for you.  Apparently, we should be using this stuff every day, no matter the weather. Day two of summer seems like a good reminder to slather up now that the sun is around....

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Pale Looper

She slipped through the hole, Unbeknownst to us. The torn screen door banging against its frame. A pale looper caught up in a breeze not quite summer, but harbinger just the same. Dressed in dusty layers too fragile to touch,...

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Oh Hai

What is it, day Sixty-three? I’m throwing in the towel. This cup? This was left, ON MY PIANO (which is in my dining room, and not in the scope of construction), weeks ago by someone in the construction crew. I keep waiting...

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Day Fifty-three: Aromatherapy

Day Fifty-three: Aromatherapy. Thank goodness for Mireio. It’s been hard to be productive and get product shots (or product made!) in the middle of a distasterpiece. I’m seriously pouring candles and dyeing slips in...

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Day Forty-one: New Digs

Day Forty-one: New Digs. These aren’t the most artistic shots, but my muse took one look at the state of our house and booked a ticket to Boca for the next month. Shameless hussy. I’m breathing a bit better now. The...

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Day Thirty-nine: Hotel Life

Day Thirty-nine: A view from our window. I wish I could say that it was good news. That I’m hanging in a hotel enjoying a sunset on the river, just because.  But, we’ve been displaced courtesy of the construction...

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Day Twenty-three: Again

Day Twenty-three: Wick testing. Again. It feels like I’ve been here before. Oh, wait. I have. Once again, I’m switching glassware suppliers for Mireio’s candle line. Last year, I was delighted to find Couronne,...

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