This year has been what I may refer to as satisfying.
Of course filled with ups and downs, I can't help but to be so grateful for everything I have. A lot has changed. Things that once felt close seem to be stretching away past arms length and other things feel more solid and full of potential then I have ever experienced before. I am experiencing a true shift in age and awareness. I am really very excited to be in my mid twenties and I know it will just keep getting better from here. I actually feel like a woman now, and I see women around me of all ages as my peers. It helps that I am on the other side of dummies, nappies and teething toddlers. I loooove my little girls and it excites/scares my pants off how clever and independent they are becoming. I love that Poppy comes home and tells me about her day, and that she calls me out on mistakes and often tempered moments. But I love also that she needs to hold my hair when going to sleep some nights or her sensitivity to the new experiences that she has on her own at school with a bunch of all different little human beings. It breaks and warms my heart when she sobs to me that she doesn't want to tell on her friends for sneaking the little crystals they find in the sandpit, home in their pockets and shoes. And that she always puts her found treasures into the 'shared basket'. Or that she was so upset the other day because she kept getting into trouble for announcing that she just 'fluffed'. I gently told her that maybe not everyone wants to be informed for this at such regular intervals. Mind boggling I know. She is so clever and creative and draws these amazing pictures of mermaids and animals (dogs are her favourite). I am quite smug about her love of drawing I will admit. And then there is Elk, now 4 years old with her little french bobbed curls and favourite dresses. Sam blames me, and of course I can't deny the outcome of this, but I will testify that I do lay out all sorts of garments and sometimes yeah sure the alien drummer boys pj pants will go on without a fuss while I hold my breath and distract distract distract! But most times the item will end up over the otherside of the room with a little 'humph' and turned up nose. #threecheersforautority I love how Elk constantly surprises me with big words used in all the right places, though she is still getting her tongue around the 'L' instead of 'W' (eg. Poppy's friend "Wiwwy) but it doesn't stop her from chatting away as I stamp on peoples feet they smirk and ask her to repeat the 'cute thing she said'. (Sam) The way a child just has a go at language is very inspiring for me as I run hot and cold in my attempts to learn French. But hey, Elk and Poppy don't even hesitate when I say 'mains' when they need to wash their hands or 'bouche' when they have pasta sauce all over their mouth. Yes very basic, but hey, we are getting there. I have my Showcase in 5 days time and the last couple weeks have been admittedly full of confusing as to why on earth I 'need' to do a show. The traditional kick of why am I not moooore organised I have had like 7 months. But you know what, I am! I am excited and I am stoked the girls are too. Shout out to Designer Q for the near-enough-to-appropriate timing for the show to be on so they girls can come along and be a part of the end result after experiencing mummy stomping around the house off and on for months with the crankies for lack of sleep and down time. I may have mistakenly mentioned they can dress up in something fun and was bombarded with voluminous tutu requests. Poppy of course want a dog top. Elk wants a sparkle party. I have figured a lot out in the last 2 years about myself and I feel lighter every day. I have begun calling myself an Artist again, and its changed everything for me. I can't believe I forgot. I have learnt I don't have to be 'something' OR 'something'. I don't have to be a Creative OR Good Mother. I don't have to be an Artist OR Business Woman. I don't have to choose, I can be both, or everything. The lighter I feel and the more blocks I remove, the more I feel like I can add to my week. I now know and am in practice of acknowledgement to the moments when I know I probably should send those emails, but it is time for Lucy to pick up a paintbrush, or doodle some crayons with the girls. I know when it is the day that I need to spend majority of my time in bed with the door closed. I am happy to say that I actually didn't die when going to bed without experiencing some form of addictive Netflix binge. It was very hard. I have written about it. In the last 6 months I have attended school volunteer meetings, volunteered my time in FestiValley, working bees and baked at the school food market. I have cooked meals for friends, designed, sewed, photographed, fitted a 12 look collection, I have written over 500 pages of writing. I have been given the best book in the world (The Artist Way) and have dedicated time to it and my growth as and Artist. I have listened to 200+ podcast episodes (easily) and dressed some of my muses. I have calmed crying children and cooked a few too many baked bean meals. I have buried my childhood friend, Nina. I have grown some really wonderful friendships that I can't believe I lived without. I have been seeing my counsellor Linda, for about two years now and feel like I am mean to be exactly where I am. Excited to keep it coming. x Lucy ps. I am not editing a thing as I want to keep the ball rolling, so I don't stop and question whether it is rolling nicely enough.
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I wrote this this the other day after a particularly trying week. I have learned so much about how and when my anxieties are triggered, but of course like everything in life that I want to achieve, it requires practice. There can be some days where I freak out because I feel like I have forgotten everything I have learned and have been practicing. I have a very busy mind, I am also a Creative. And the two can go well or sometimes overwhelm me. So here is a poem I wrote because allowed myself to feel what I was experiencing this week and that rises up often in my everyday life. ps. I don't know if you know much about poems Dear Reader, but they are usually quite metaphoric ; P. Feeling like a trapped bird,
Misunderstood, feelings unheard. No matter how hard I try, I never seem to be able to fly. Everyone's around, everybody's here, I still fell alone, I still have fear. One day I would like to see, What it would feel like to be free. Give me a taste, give me a little more, I'll show you just how high I'll soar. If you can, please give me love, Love pure and patient, just like a dove. I will try and learn from you, Teach me how, teach me what to do. Please understand how I feel inside, Can make me want to escape, make me want to hide. When I'm feeling tired and weak, I'll have to remember, remember to speak. And when I'm feeling happy or over the moon, I'll have to remember to tell you that too. How can you give what you haven't been taught, That's the beginning, how battles are fought. I'll try telling you what I need, and what I crave, I'll try and be honest, I'll try and be brave. How much longer though will I have to try, For this bird to feel how it feels to fly. *Lucy Tranter-Wissemann September 2017* One of my earliest memories of my brand experiencing the taste of potential opportunities it could begin to achieve in the fashion industry was getting five one-of-a-kind garments into an independent Brisbane boutique. I was crazy excited! For many reasons, the obvious of course because what better form of gratification to an artist or business when someone makes an order. And in this case, a boutique who obviously thought that my designs were super sweet and would be perfect for their customer. Another reason was because these were the first (completed) ready-to-wear items I had ever made for my 'label' and the fact I was letting them fly forth from the nest was a huge achievement for me. Another reason was because I believe Poppy was about 5 months old at the time and we were living in an old corner shop in far North (well, the furthest I had ever been) Queensland. A place where every one 'prospers'. Gladstone. Glad-stone. Happy-Rock. So there is where I spent my days with Poppy for I believe over 9 months. There was no hot water, no shower, I guess what you may describe open plan living with an industrial kitchen (of which became my walk in wardrobe of course) and the area you would usually refer to as behind the counter became my 'studio'. There were three toilet options of course as well as the odd and oblivious person pulling up every second day basically walking in to see if we were 'open'. I still fail to understand how they could have possibly mistaken the breast feeding girl hanging out the washing to be a multi-tasking barista. Anyway. I remember receiving the order and was asked to forward through the invoice. Of course I knew what an invoice was, but like many of the opportunities that I have received there is a huge scramble of crazy research and finger crossing that they won't change there mind when they get an inkle-tinkle that I may have never done this before. Lets just say there was two attempts to supply said suitable invoice. Then of course, being my first stockist achievement, the next time I was in Brisbane I stalked the shop... That was probably three or so weeks after it had been put on the rack and I have to say I was a little confused as to why the remaining two garments had accidentally been put on the 50% off rack at the door.. It took aaallllllll of my self control not to buy my precious fluffy jacket and lofty lace skirt and smuggle them back to the nest, after a not so successful first round of flight. This experience was a great one of course, but it also makes me realise looking back that I gave up. Not that I really really see it like that (naive) because I kept designing and creating which led to three runway shows in the next couple months following. But I knew that if I had made more of the things that did sell, the boutique would have bought more, and I may have had a new path to follow, even for a little while. I have this 'problem', which I don't feel is uncommon (thank god?) that I calculate everything too much, and always try to remind myself of the commitments I have or the things I have to do before taking certain steps etc. Yes yes, very practical. But as I understand, there seems to be a very fine line between be practical, and being self- sabotaging. Basically making excuses why you just can't do that thing that has been in your dream box because you have to wait for this, or for that. But tell me, once that must-be-done-first-I-have-priorities task is out of the way, tell me you don't sort of avoid eye contact with yourself and start whistling a tone def tune. The first question I ask myself; Am I afraid of this? (And once the answer is confirmed by the usually scowl, avoided eye contact and half shrug, I move on to;)What exactly am I afraid of? One of the experiences that really showed me an insight into answering these two questions was when I admitted to myself that there may be a few celebrities out there that I would love to dress. But in saying something like this out loud would be admitting the plans of commitment and scale that I would want my business to reach. Well here I am today, and happy to say (that rhymes)I am currently (like right now) in the process of uncapping my green sharpie to mark a big fat tick next to a person on said celeb list. Baby steps. I titled this post Transparency because its what I am trying to be, transparent. For so so soooo long, I have functioned in a somewhat clever and structured fairytale version of reality. (subtle nod to my best friend Walt). A defense mechanism to guard or fill the gaps of my place in social and independent circumstances. I have this flickering image of who I am, but posed rather as a question asking if that is what others see. Or what will they see. Or what they will think. That on a loop before every exit of one's home can obviously lead to some energy exhaustion and evasion. But I am working on it. I guess when I published first of these posts, I knew that I would be talking about stuff and me and more stuff, and being honest about my thoughts etc, then it was only truly a month or so ago that I was like wait what.. do I talk about evveerrryything? What if blah blah reads that, and questions like who am I writing it for, etc etc. But hey, maybe one day I will share something (like outloud) that had happened that you were there for, or what currently goes on presently for me, that my present and closest to me may find insightful. Because to be honest, I have absolutely no idea (that's half true) how much I keep from people and how much I share, in the scheme of things. And I see all these brave people sharing their bodies, beliefs, experiences and stories and I relate to sooo many of them that I feel a hunger seeing them. But then I realise I don't even show some of those things with my most trusted, a lot of things yes, but they are edited and carefully put together. I am only just starting to realise how much of a control freak/perfectionist/teensy bit OCD I am. Its sort of relieving. @findingthegirl for I found Lucy. I used to flourish upon the ideals of a princess. They used to fill my head with dreams and fantasies inspiring what I believed to be my femininity. Presently, the more I learn about myself in everyday and my growing relativity and understanding of the word 'feminism', the more my insides curdle. What I observe in the world and in society, about my girls, women I see and women I know, the more I resent the dream. What was once the foundations of my life and my label are now the main aspects I want it to change. Yes, I want to be a super 'girly', 'feminine', 'delicate', 'sweet', 'romantic' brand and image that represents girls who have those attributes, but without it being a choice between 'strong' and 'gentle'. I want to achieve a face of strength and heroine-ism. Though to be honest, I think there is something better then a heroine, for they seem to be isolated and uniquely celebrated. More like a word that describes a girl/woman/female that covers all the areas of her life, of which she controls. And it be normal, celebrated and acknowledged every day by her self, and everyone around her. A Girlboss. I one day hope and aspire to have the frail damsel be gone from girls, from women and from myself. But I can only grasp the idea momentarily before it slips through my fingers. Why? Because I played with Barbies and watched Disney most of my life. (Yes I understand there is many heroic a woman featured in Disney movies, but the whole point leads to the fact she meets a man right?) I regularly catch myself in huge disappointment when a movie or story doesn’t end with them in love. I also played in the park holding onto the top of the slide with my fingertips while quietly pleading for someone to 'take my hand' 'help me'. And though I don't recall dreaming about my wedding day as a child, I dreamt about a man changing my life after taking me into his arms. Even with odds that I was raised in a single parent lifestyle as a single child. I notice in my marriage how easily I can be disappointed and frustrated, as nothing ever feels like it should be, or could be. Why? Because I have a notion planted in me by society that everything is meant to be a certain way. That life is a drama. When in reality I have the perfect life with perfect children and a perfect husband. Society has made me fail to see what is right in front of my nose as it because it looks a bit different to the movies or books. Having a full understanding that things don't have to be like that, doesn't come naturally. It isn't something that runs through my veins. But at least I feel it in my heart. I imagine the day Disney makes a story of two princesses that rescue each other, or two princes that fall in love. Ha, yes I still raise an eyebrow or two and smirk at the idea. Mostly because I imagine the process of the industry (and children's entertainment) would have to go through to get to that stage, or the fuss that it would cause. Just imagine. Someday. Imagine taking the gender rolls away from the characters in all of our stories that we create, and leave them blank until the casting. Filling them with a character, not a gender. Or colour. My label will be involved in the way that I capture the mood of love and romance and I will leave it open to that possibility. The title of my collection is to be "I Kissed Her Cheek". The other pairing option was "Kissed Cheeks". I chose the one with more emotion provoking personality. And I also chose 'I' instead of 'He'. My label isn't all about 'His' love for this girl, their classic romance and falling of love. It is about how much I as a female can love this 'girl'. How I can feel about a strong girl. A gentle girl. A wild but kind girl. A girl who firstly feels love with her heart and body and not with her head. Maybe the girl I am. Or the girl I know I want to be , or who I want my girls to be. Or who I wish my loved one's could be. I of course considered 'She Kissed Her Cheek'. But I feel like I would be trying to make a point (of a different sort), so instead I give it to you for a moment of thought, as a customer and a woman. My customers are generally female, so when they read 'I', perhaps it will spark an emotion or their imagination, with a blank space rather then programmed, and it will feel personal. A tiny step. Or maybe they will feel it is a lesbian brand. Or maybe they won't notice a thing. Thank you: I am thankful for my childhood, and I am also thankful for the opportunity and challenge to share the things I enjoyed and made me who I am, with a balance of reality. To my girls, who I am doing this all for really. To my friend Tina, whom of which I had a conversation with about some of this content. And to #girlboss not only for existing, but rising in perfect sink of when I needed it to. footnote* Yes I will still love cute and pretty things, and won't ban my girls from wearing pink or sparkles or playing princesses, but I will put effort into teaching them to see the princess as multi faceted and strong. Not just a pretty face and fabulous voice concluding in a happily married ending. So here I am, here she is, fresh from the new commencement of round one. And I find myself excited, apprehensive, confused yet confident. All at once. They are somewhat fighting over each other...
The excitement of course for finding a whole collection up in front of me on the wall. And added excitement of successful self analysis concluding that I may perhaps be a little bit on the perfectionist side... But now that I know that I can move forward and keep it in mind when it comes to my decision making. Yes there will always be a better skirt that will come into my mind, but it hasn't yet so perhaps we shall go with this one hey Lucy? I am apprehensive in the way that I have spent, shall we say 8/9 of my initial budget and find myself at the time of looking at the next collection consisting of an entirely new Lookbook and Campaign etc. Which leads naturally to the (brief but effective and somewhat repetitive) feeling of confusion, where I feel unsure as to whether or not its a good idea to keep the ball rolling before sales and profits balance the prior expenses... But that is where I like (and hope) to squash away all three of those annoying and invasive feelings with the fact that I know this is the right path for me. What else am I to do? I know there is a market coming together for I found Lucy. because I know what that market is more than I ever have before. Its just about learning to balance the priorities of branding and actually just pushing for sales and money to come back into the business. Business. This is a business. So I have 5 weeks to bring together the next 10-11 new items into a coherent and aesthetically pleasing collection plus accessories. As well as allowing time for the shoot to happen and be edited etc. All of which is to happen within the budget of $800. Thank heavens I have already got half of the materials needed for the collection. Allowing most of that to go into the Lookbook. I definitely know why people hire interns. Next year's goal, when I have more then one definite work day. As I don't want it taken up with telling and showing someone what to do. There's a hint of a fusspot (cutest word). Exciting things happening! A successful collaboration happened in Florida with Photographer Victoria Zeoli. Another two in the next couple weeks, in New York and other in Cornwall England. Followed up by another in the UK and one even onshore in Byron Bay. Hooray! America and Europe here she comes! X A little warning, the words 'realisation'& 'realising' get used alot.. I am not giving it this particular title to suggest a day full of swooning and romance, but more because that is what today is called, and it is the day I am going to talk about. Which was a good one. After dropping Poppy at her pre-prep, half an hour there and back, I gifted myself a budgeted allowance to purchase some plants (oh yes, very exciting. Thrilling I'll say, as there were even rules included). Pot thriving plants only, cheap, and one flowery plant of some sort that is hard to kill. (I asked the man at the counter advice on this.) So I spent $16! Last time I spent over $50, when I was all like 'I'm going to garden in my spare time'. I have managed since then to kill all of those plants:) Today however, I got to plant these herbs and my one designated tough flowering, mini bush that I have been reassured handles neglect very well. And it was a nice little Valentines activity for Elky and I, partaking in our newly scheduled mummy-alone-with-Elk-and-not-your-big-sister-talking-over-you-and-choosing-the-game-then-excluding-us-time. Sam and Elk were left then to multitask, taking charge of the plants and their well-being while they had their midday nap. (Valentines Day; A day of big responsibility). I went to a meeting with a seamstress I have been working with for the last month or so on my garment samples. This is a pretty big deal for me. I am someone who has always done everything myself, and worked things out backwards. Possibly what one may usually refer to as the 'hard way', 'slow route', the 'stubborn' way. So I have handed, or rather shared the reins with someone! And I pat myself on the back with a 'good girl Lucy' for finally doing it. The feeling of contentment and happiness I feel after seeing her, helped me realise how important it is to feel this way in a business relationship, and a personal one too, for that matter. A priority of working with people who you really do get along with, and always leave one with a good feeling on your way home. I don't exactly pride myself in walking away from something that makes me feel the opposite of confident and happy, and not only about who I was as a person, but even what our relationship was or meant. And here I am, in this moment, having a little 'holey moley' moment of realisation. It doesn't always have to be like that. Why would I keep going back to people that don't make me feel like a bright shiny star. Or people that don't allow me feel like I helped them shine, you know, as my contagious reflective beams infected them. People who do want to hang out, even if they have to be equipped at all times with sunglasses and an umbrella. So, I hereby pledge myself in following a relationship formula of " Would you be able to sit in an office/studio all day with this person?" as a fabulous guideline. For business or personal. Sometimes, it may surprise you to know, I have little moments of thinking I am quite of the clever 'switched on' variety. Often those moments of realisation are signified by me realising how 'switched off' I have been. A third person moment. Another nice thing today was that I shared a link of my blog with my best friend. Another big deal really. This being literally the first time I have actually invited someone to read something that came straight from my brain before I edited it completely, stripping it back to some raw barren material to add in after 'how's it going' once a greeting had been made. And she said she liked it:) So of course I spent the rest of the afternoon narrowing down the top three prestigious publishing houses from around the world, to which I should honour with a book of best selling literature material. I will admit, it did make me think, 'I should totally write a book'... But it was nice. I have had fleeting thoughts through out my life about the idea of writing a book or something. DON'T hold me to it. And no, I shan't be sharing with anyone whether I am on the way to famous author hood. I have seen too many examples of 'hows the book coming along ?' to ever be silly enough to mention to everyone that I know that I am currently in the excruciating process of first to final draft of a 600 word "How To" or novel. Not to mention they always ask this question with such oblivion as to how painful it to an artist in mid occasion of writer's block. Simply asking the same as if it be 'Your hair has grown hasn't it?', or 'how's your dog'. Which are both great questions, don't get me wrong. Unless of course you recently Nair'ed yourself by accident, or your dog passed away. Both not funny. Well one, a little. footnote: -Special thanks to Elky for your reassuring response to my questions along the lines of 'do you think mummy can keep these plants alive?' Her saying 'noo' -To Sarah Wilkinson (VP of Design for Nasty Gal, who justified the importants of getting along with someone first and foremost, rather then just what they can do.) -Tina, (Say hi! your on a Blog!) Thank you for being a wonderful infectious shining star. -Sam, for buying me a pretty 'girls only' brush, after you broke my other one on your man beard.x Balancing all of the things I care about without making myself into an unapproachable, stressing grouch takes alot of work. It can appear so simple in theory, but when adding 'human tendencies' to that theory it gets a little frail.
By human tendencies I mean the up hill battle of one's self confidence and self doubts, or bodily exhaustion, or mental exhaustion, and stress of course. The first and foremost of my priorities are my girls. If I am doing great at This and That, it doesn't feel good at all if I don't feel like I am keeping with my self-made values as a mother. Usually this is in the form of not feeling present enough. I think I am less concerned about the fact that they might notice, but more because I want to be able to achieve everything. Who doesn't? But I get frustrated and stressed when I can't do everything without it leaking into and sabotaging the other things I care about. Learning to pick up things then put them down to do the next is a goal. That is also where making rules for myself helps. By rules I mean structuring my laziness allowances, or rather, either convincing myself that I am doing what I want, but at the same time giving myself things to accomplish. ie, sure Lucy, you can chill and watch Netflix tonight on the couch! And as an added treat along with that caramelo chocolate in the fridge, bring along that shit load hand sewing you have to complete this week. As a continued strategy from last year, I have been really forcing myself to notice what is happening with my body. For example, if I am feeling like the little tingles of motivation even though it past 8 o'clock and there is still an unasleep child wriggling around next to me... then listen to it and go with it, even though my brain is saying 'but Lucy, you are just rounding up a 15hr day with two energetic girls, go to sleep or just relaaaaax girl'. Hardly ever will I go to sleep. Often I will make myself sit in an uncomfortable position for the hour or so it takes both of my girls to go with sleep. So that if I can't keep my eyes open, when I doze off, my head will flop and I will jerk awake. Yes I am a big meany to my poor sleepy body.. #howiacheivealonetime I will say this, generally 75% of my evening's carrot-infront-of-the-donkey is chick flicks or similar enticements. I am working to change this, without making the evenings too stressful and tiring. Though as I get more and more days this year of the girls going to kindy and preschool, the dynamics will change. I crave strict hours of daylight to achieve goals, rather then, hey do this sometime here, there and tomorrow between then and after that. Something what helps me if I am feeling quite flat is just acknowledging that and not go beating myself up about it. Then saying, 'Yes I am feeling shitty today, so I will rest, then tomorrow I will do it'. Still always keeping an eye out for that little burst of motivation. I guess when starting up a business with a huge commitment already on your hands, one has to be practical. To the health of everyone involved (in other words, when mums go down, the whole crew go down. I will give credit to the excellent floatation device (daddy) , but everyone does still end up a bit wet and hungry...:) ) I don't want to be a career woman. I want to be a wonderful person, who is a mother, a wife and someone who is achieving whatever she wants to. Well here I am!
I have been wanting/thinking about writing a blog for the last couple years. I still sort of screw my face up at the word. Yes my whole face! Not just my nose! I guess it has come down the oh gosh, what I want to say is too private, or, what if its not funny/witty/clever/slap-in-the-face opinioneee enough?!? Meh We will see:) My name is Lucy. I am 23. I live in Brisbane Australia. Within the last 5 years while and since scraping a pass from high school I have- -Started my own label, -Met a man -Moved out of home (to Melbourne), -Received some wholly-molly news (a baby is coming! 10 points for responsible adult), -Moved back to Brisbane and had our baby girl (Poppy) at 19 years old -Kicked in to young parent survival mode and moved to the charming mining town (Gladstone)(Lived in an old shop with no hot water or shower for 9 months with a 2-3mnth old? (oh boy) -Decided I can't not continue designing, which led to 4 Brisbane runway/artist shows and my first experience in being stocked in boutiques. -Moved down to the middle of no-where town Agnes Waters/Town of 1770 :) -Kept my label going slowly while pregnant with another baby!! -Had little Elk and moved back to Brisbane to be closer to family (and a city..) -Had a screaming new born and made a collection which is still one of my favourites (yellow buttercup dress) -Sam, my partner started nightshift -Managed to become stocked in a Tokyo boutique (Girly Rose) doing custom orders. -Got sick from messed up hormones and long hours/stress = Hypothyroid.. -Became afraid to commit to any more collections/projects for a while. -Unsuccessfully tried different diets to possibly help, and of course = me just taking out stuff I thought I couldnt eat without replacing... so yes I was sort of starving myself. Not good. -All the while, organising a my wedding for Nov. 2015 -Got married -Started to see someone professional for the first time instead of trying to fix and do everything myself! -Moved to a new house -This year is when I will move to actually having a part time job with actual day working hours, in which I don't have to feed anyone but myself or stop to play doctors or doggies or people fingers. (A game that I can never get out of with the excuse 'I don't have a toy'.) I am not completely sure where I want this *cringe* blog to go, but I guess I want to be honest as a girl creative entrepreneur and young mum. What advice I can give or take from others who have big dreams, and also may have lots of other priorities that they also have dreams for to juggle. And as a woman and a mother with particular priorities and ideals for my babies, I know that if I want something else too, it is added not a replacement or a swap. Its happy loving family with time for each other, AAAAAANNNNNNDDDD a fabulous and creatively and brain smarts fulfilling career. x Lucy |
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