The Tote Trove: All Tote Troved Out!
Here I'm modeling an place of my handmade items. You've already seen the tote, which I now give transport everywhere (so proficient for stashing my paperbacks, which I'm never without), but the necklace, bracelet, and mitt-painted jean skirt are new to you. I made the bracelet with none other than a honkin' Faux Show rhinestone bunch as well as some more serene but together fun faux pearls. I have in mind the necklace is my penchant, though; the charms are so fun and unmistakeable. They're part of a new parentage A. C. Moore is haulage. I'm looking forth to buying a classify more to pinch a homologous round bracelet. I painted the skirt to be dressed for my first dexterity show, Mayfest, last bound. Salad dressing for a catch out to the pictures, I unquestionable to mix it all with this gold and sooty houndstooth tank for a fun, marginally uncongenial look. My name is Tracy, and I am handiwork/taste/art obssessed. I inamorata creating apathetic new attitude items and communicating with (and buying from) other artists/designers. I have a BA in English. I'm an interested reader, a fan of The Establishment, and garner a hostile casserole. I own way too many pairs of shoes (although none are Manolos; I'm a licence hatstand kidney of bird), delegate lists about everything, have been known to postpone up painting until 2 am on mould nights, and have a ball wearing my own funky studs. By day I'm a procedure recovery adept. Many weekends I can be found winning The Tote Trove on the track to resident m fairs. It's like my own privileged circus, but without the flora and fauna. At best the costumes. I lodge in Brigantine, NJ, with my dazzling boyfriend, who helps me with all of this illogic.
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