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Harajuku Sweets- new vinyl record pieces for.....

A dear friend of mine has taken a cue from the Universe and leaped out of her day job to do a scary thing. Work for herself! YOU GO GIRL! As someone who has done just that I know what those scary moments feel like and I know how high the really good moments feel too. Believe me, the HIGH outweighs the BAD. She is now doing what she loves- she's a manicurist specializing in non toxic products and she is working in a little salon called Sweet 200 in Oak Cliff- doing what she loves. Her name is Lydia Johns and I want to see her succeed! Don't you? Here is a link to her facebook page where you can see all her happy customers! The little vinyls posted above are a new little series I'm working on with her fun arty nails in mind! I was inspired by the nail art she is always posting and also by HARAJUKU....what is HARAJUKU you ask? Harajuku is a large fashion capital of the world in Japan, known for it's edgy street fashion and wildly dressed youth. Look it up on Google and you'll be fascinated by it's freaky fun! Right now these gals are on my wall totem style and it's giving me some ideas for hanging the records in a whole new way. A few more of these Harajuku Sweets and they will soon reside in Lydias salon where you can get inspired to get a mani and pedi in a style a little off the wall perhaps?

Support the little dreamers that make the world a better place. When you find your happy work you spread that happiness to others. Yep it's true!

(If you like the Harajuku Sweets and want one of your own hit up my facebook page and send me a message, these are $48 and each one is unique)

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