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Week Four

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Another week . . . another round up.  Day 19 My iPhone has a timer, I've got lots of bookshelves . . . enter the handsfree selfie.   'Tis my linen Kelly from last May, a RTW tee that is about a year old now, and a Micheal Kors belt.  My name necklace, in Egyptian, and a Otlu pendant from my friend Linda.  Yes, my home office is that tiny.   Day 20 So, yea . . . selfies are a bitch.  Seriously, how do those tweens do it? And, yes, my dears .  . .Cousin It came to town via my 90s afro hair.   A whisken tank from last summer, and in the course of scouring my closet on this surprisingly warm day . . . I need summer shirts, yo.  So much so that two sleeveless Archers are sitting on the table to cut, cut and sew, sew.  Tomorrow I see a plan.   On other notes, is that light between my thighs? Hot damn.  That ain't happened in years.  What? Women across the universe know this feeling. ...

Week Three Roundup, an anniversary, and Turkey . . .

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So as I mentioned, I would be late with the roundup, as I was in Turkey conferencing, making plans for the next publication, and so forth.  So, without further ado here's the quick roundup, a few notes along the way, and your bonus this week. Flying to Turkey, day 11 My well worn Coco, some Express jeans (so faded it ain't even funny), my Amy Butler August Fields bag and my Sol Hooie on the side.  As I mentioned on Instagram, I've worn this one about once a week since I made it.  It's not gonna live long.  26 hours later . . .  God bless humidity here.   Day 12. Amy Butler Lounge pants and the mountains of eastern Turkey.  As I got there the next night. Day 13 One Minoru, one Sloppy Josephine . . . one Otlutaku.  That's the Jet Jewelry market . . . what Erzurum is known for . . . petrified wood that looks shiny and black.  I may have bought some.  May . . .  Day 14 Fr...