Living Fifties Fashion Re-do

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Long time no see, huh? Sorry, it is all my fault. My fifties website was migrated to a different format and I have spent the last week re-writing and re-designing my site.

I bought this picture from Dreamstime because it reminded me of my
Grandma's jewelry box. I have some of her jewelry - somewhere.

 It was a very big job for someone with so little computer skills.

Tell me what you think. I'm thinking I like the lighter look better.

I am not working on it tomorrow night and catching up with y'all. I know you've been vacationing and having fun. Is it hot where you are?

My Living Fifties Fashion Website Re-do

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  1. Shabby chic SandyJune 25, 2012 at 1:20 AM

    Your website looks great! I can never figure out how to do any re-doing on my blog. Thank goodness my kids do it for me! It is not hot here--we got really excited and had 2 days of 80 degrees but now we are back to rain. That's Oregon for you! I need some sun for my roses.

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  2. TexWisGirlJune 25, 2012 at 8:10 AM

    terribly hot, but only going to get hotter so i should be quiet. :)

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  3. RoseJune 28, 2012 at 1:34 PM

    I have heat to spare--do you need any?

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