Dreaming Is Free

I have house envy. Bad. Really bad. This house perched right on Blackwattle Bay, well, I dream of it being mine the way a fashionista dreams of acquiring that elusive piece of Chanel couture or a cake-anista dreams of being the one who always gets the last piece of triple chocolate fudge cake. When I... Continue Reading →

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