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One in a Million

I get a lot of ideas. But too often, they're bad ideas. And the ideas that make me smile the second, third, four hundredth time I look at them are few and too far in between. Learning to edit...when you have a penchant for excess...is hard.

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Delicious Scallops

I love packaging. On several occasions, I have bought something for the packaging alone. So when it comes to my own line of goodies, I pay particular attention to how my items are presented. Glitter tape, baker's twine and hand stamped shipping tags are all fair game.  One day, hopefully soon, I'll be able to afford my dream packaging. I'm talking custom printed boxes, satin ribbons, foiling, scalloped edges...oh my, I think I'm drooling.

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Takes a Village

  If you're in Houston, visit Space Montrose. Not only are they currently the exclusive retailer to stock my entire collection of paper goods, their shop is chock full of carefully selected goodies from independent designers, artisans and crafters. Owner, Leila, knows how to throw a party. Co-owner, Carlos, kicks butt on the mic. And their son is stinkin adorable to boot. If you're not in Houston...I'm working on it.  I've got my wholesale catalog all prettied up and I'm making a wishlist of shops and boutiques to send it to. If you have a favorite store you'd like to see my items in, let me know. And even better...let them know. It takes a village. You don't even want...

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Ski Socks

It's the day before my paper goods launch party and I'm feeling the way I used to before a big exam. You see, many moons ago, when I was just another capri wearing, Abercrombie & Fitch loving, Sex and the City adoring coed...while my counterparts were underage drinking, fraternity party hopping and relationship hustling...I was studying. I would spend the week leading up to a big test (who am I kidding, any test) poring over my notes. Music was a distraction. TV was turned off. Door closed. It was just me and my notebook. However, inevitably, the night before the test, my brain would finally throw up a white flag and proclaim enough was enough. I had squeezed as many facts,...

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