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nothing like a little baby pink mascara...

officially started work at azura today. it was a crazy labor-intensive day. mom and i tag-teamed and painted 4 walls. baby pink!!! we had to go buy the paint, and the guy at sherwin williams was hilarious (and im pretty sure...no, scratch that, definitely sure, in love with my mom). he was flirting, it was adorable. anyway, there is so much to do at the store...we spent hours with lights, shelves, walls, etc. its getting really exciting.

i looove crafts, but have never been good at keeping clean. i got pink paint all over my eyelashes (um, yea, how you ask. NO IDEA!!!!). mom thought it was hysterical. we got it all over our clothes, hair, shoes, face, hands. good time, tiring, but ultimately funny.

i cant wait to share pictures as we get things together. its sooooo excititing!!! :)

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haha love the pink mascara! i used to find paint in the most unusual places...i would find it deep in my hair like wayy under my hair..a color i hadnt painted with in like months!! haha once on my ass after going into the bathroom and not knowing there was wet paint on the back of my pants heheheh!

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