My Love Pieces

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After rigorous practicing on Kenya and Sue, I decided that I needed a human doll to practice my skill on. And then came along a trusty friend. I will admit, I was nervous but for the most part of I was excited. After completing my first sew-in, I became my own toughest critic. Thinking of ways to make it look better, what I need to do to improve in technique and timing. Just became really harsh on myself, while enjoying something that was indeed to turn into a great hobby. Her hair is out at the top and the back is sewn in. Natural look. 10"

Money... Makes the world go round. Turns frowns into smiles Turns friends into enemies Turns mothers against daughters I want this and I want that You don't need this You can't have that My own money His money Her money Money money money Makes the world go round Turns smiles into frowns Turns satisfaction into greed. Money money money Something that we all need