Wife to my sidewalk boy. He was carrying a yellow rose when we first met.
Survivor of a painfully gawky, frizzy, and eyebrow-less adolescence.
Former middle school English teacher. Because my own junior high experience wasn't enough.
Slightly obsessed with bargains, bold brows, and DIY's.
Firm believer that great style doesn't come with a hefty price tag.
Slobbery Daisy kisses,
Niki
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