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Worry less. Giggle more.

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Well, here we are. It’s Monday and I’m guessing the majority of you are not thrilled in the least. I’m sure most of you despise Mondays, but I have a confession to make…I love Mondays! It’s usually the day when I have some time to myself, if I’m lucky. I can catch up on laundry, t.v. shows, run errands, mentally prepare for the week, etc. It has also turned into the day that I blog, so I really look forward to Monday! I’m sorry for being overly enthused about this particular day, but I can’t help it. It’s technically my Saturday so I try and enjoy it as much as I can. Even though life can be crazy and unpredictable, I know how important it is to worry less and giggle more. You’ve gotta make sure you don’t go all day without laughing. Being able to laugh at yourself and with others is priceless. It can change your mood in an instant. Laughter is the best medicine! So, in case you haven’t laughed today and could use a giggle, I figured I would share a funny story. It’s one that is super hilarious (at my expense) and from my teenage years aka the awkward years.

It was the summer before my sophomore year of high school. It was time for our family vacation. Side note: For some reason, my brother was allowed to bring a friend. However, I wasn’t allowed to…but that’s neither here nor there. I’m not mad about it, I mean it’s not like I’m still hanging on to it or anything. Didn’t I just write a blog about letting go?!? “For the love of God, Ange. Let it go!” Anyway, I digress. My hair is naturally curly so the summer humidity does not jive well with my hair. Like most days, my hair was out of control so I wanted to go to the boardwalk and get a hat I could wear to tame the beast. I picked out a cute, baby blue hat. I walked outside, my parents, aunt, brother and his friend Ryan were standing there waiting for me. They all immediately started laughing. I kept asking what they were laughing at, but no one said a word. I also noticed that none of them wanted to walk with me either. This went on for about two full days. Finally, my dad let me in on what was going on. The baby blue hat that I thought was so amazing…yeah, it had a tube of lube on the front of it. Oh yeah, it was a K-Y Jelly hat. I had no clue what K-Y jelly was at the time or what it was used for. Obviously! I wore that damn hat for two days before anyone told me to take it off. Talk about humiliating! I wonder if they had to rock-paper-scissors to figure out who would be the one to tell me about the hat.

Do you have a funny story that you can think of to help get you through a funk or just a tough day in general? Is there a memory that when you think about it you literally laugh out loud? Think about it. I’m sure there’s plenty! What was once a humiliating, crawl under your seat moment, can now be a priceless gem. Don’t go through the day or life without a giggle and don’t forget, a good laugh recharges your battery!

As always, thank you for taking the time to read. Be kind yourself.


Letting G O

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How do you know when it’s time to let go and move on? Whether it’s letting go of a job, a relationship, hairstyle, etc. Letting go and moving on is hard. It can be extremely painful but at the same time it’s necessary for personal growth. At least in my opinion. I have a history of hanging on for far too long when I should just let go and move on. Anyone else like that? We fight to hang on and we fight to let go. It’s a process. The fear of the unknown terrifies me a bit. Maybe I don’t like change…but I have learned that 9 times out of 10, change is good. We may not realize it at the time, but down the road there’s that “ah ha” moment. The moment where you realize and know why all of that change had to occur in your life. It brought you to the exact moment where you’ve learned more about yourself than you ever thought was possible. I look back at my life in my 20’s and know that all of the shit that went on, the stuff that I thought I could never get over or move on from has only made me so stronger. It has made me aware of who I am as a person. Knowing when to walk away from what is no longer meant for me. It’s a lesson that I needed to learn and understand on my own time.

If someone or something is not helping you grow or be your best, it’s time to move on. I know this sounds extremely simple, but can I just tell you it literally took me about 6 plus years to finally “get it.” I mean, I could not and would not let go. Feel free to ask any of my close friends and family, they’ll tell ya I was beyond stuck when it came to the relationship I had while in my 20’s. Which I’m sure was beyond annoying. Sorry, guys! Afterwards, I carried the baggage into other relationships, never unpacking. I have been open with the fact that sadly, I even carried it into my marriage. I wasn’t really sure how to make it work with someone when I had no clue what I was doing. I just wasn’t happy with myself. It helped that I had someone who wanted to stay awhile and help me “unpack” my bags. I just knew I had to be the one to do the work to improve myself.

When I was in my past relationship, I definitely didn’t know myself at the time or realize that the situation/person was not meant for me. I wasn’t meant for him either. I’m not throwing any blame on the other person, it just wasn’t right for either one of us. I wasn’t helping him be a better person and he wasn’t helping me be a better person. I was completely wrapped up in him that I didn’t know who I was. It was unhealthy. At the time when the relationship really ended for good, I felt like I wouldn’t be able to continue on without him. I truly thought that I had life figured out at the age of 24/25, which was a complete joke. I’m still figuring out life now and I’m 34 years old! Hell, I’m pretty sure I’m always going to be figuring out life no matter how old I am. Walking away and really shutting the door was extremely hard, but I did it…even if I was kicking and screaming most of the time. No balance, just pure chaos. I didn’t need or deserve that in my life and neither did he.

It’s a wonderful feeling to be able to let go, move on, and wish the other person well. It shows strength. It shows growth. Whether it takes you 6 minutes or 16 years, do it on your own time. Don’t let anyone rush you. You, yourself will know when you’re ready. When you do finally let go and move on from whatever or whomever is no longer meant for you, be proud of yourself. I know that road is bumpy as hell but when you reach your destination you will know it’s where you were always meant to be.

As always, thank you for taking the time to read. Be kind to yourself.


my R E A L I T Y of being a small business owner


It’s tough owning your own business. Especially when you feel like you’re really not cut out for it. When I started the bakery, I can’t tell you the amount of people who told me I would need to grow a thicker skin. If you know me, you know that I take everything to heart and worry all the time. It’s definitely a downfall of mine. I’m a people-pleaser and I never want anyone mad at me. I know I shouldn’t be concerned about the negative things people say or the unrealistic expectations people put on me, but it’s just not how I’m wired. You would think by now that being in the business 6 plus years I would have a much thicker skin, but I don’t. Perhaps I have gotten somewhat better at not letting the negative affect me so much and consume my day/days. Wait…who am I kidding?! Yep, I still have the same skin as when I started out and I think I am okay with that!

I’ve read different posts over the years that small business owners have written about owning your own business. The positives and the negatives that go along with being a small business owner and I always walk away thinking, “damn, that couldn’t ring more true!” Yes, there are a lot of positives to owning your own business, but it is not easy. The simple fact that I don’t have a thick skin makes me question whether or not I should even be in this business. I just felt the need to share the other side of it. The other side that I wish more people understood and maybe some do, but either way I just needed to talk about it. So what else is new, right?!

This is just my personal experience and I know everyone’s journey is different, but I’m sure my fellow small business owners can relate on some level. Here’s a glimpse on my reality of being a small business owner:

• I’m always working. There are no days off. Even when it appears I have a day off, there are emails to be answered, products to be ordered, social media outlets to update, etc. If you’re like me, then you’re probably worrying about a customer/order or the just the business in general.
• Emails give me a headache. I am one person and can only do so much. I’m baking all day and running around like a crazy person so when I get home at night my mind is all over the place. I can’t even think about answering emails. I do try my best to respond as quickly as possible. Some days I respond within minutes, other days it takes me a day or two.
• I can’t afford to hire people. I had a tough first year trying to get up and running. I am still til this day climbing out of the financial hole…that will most likely always be there.
• I have a difficult time asking for help.
• I’m human and I make mistakes. No one is perfect. I am not perfect.
• I carry a lot of guilt. I miss out on a lot of family events or get togethers with friends because of work. But the nature of my business is that I’m the busiest on the weekends and that’s when most family events, parties, etc. take place.
• I’m a control freak yet my house/living space is a mess most days. The last thing I feel like doing after working at 16 hour day is putting my clothes away. {Yes, the laundry basket is still sitting there from last week. Yes, I’m just pulling the clothes out of the basket instead of taking 3 minutes to put the clothes away.}
• I escape my reality with reality t.v.
• I’m a hot mess…as in I have melt downs on a weekly basis. Some days I even wear the same clothes with holes in them and I don’t have time to do my hair. {Now ya know why I wear a lot of baseball hats.}
• I think about giving up the business daily and going back to working for someone else.
• I can’t relax. If there’s any downtime, I’m worrying that I forgot someone’s order.
• I don’t lead a glamorous life and I don’t make a ton of money. Maybe in a few years I will, but for the moment…I maybe have about $60 in my bank account. High roller? Yeah…not so much!
• I eat cereal or toast for most meals because I don’t have time to cook and my stomach is a wreck most days.
• I feel like I’m failing on a daily basis.

Okay, okay, enough of that. So, what can you and I take away from all of this? I guess whether you own your own business or not, the fact is that we are all just doing the best we can. In life, in work, in relationships…we are all just doing the best we can. Yes, it would be nice for people to have a little more compassion and understanding but we know that’s not always the case. If you’re like me and you don’t have a thick skin, that’s okay. Just know that I’m right there with ya! Remember, you’re doing the best you can…keep your head up!

As always, thank you for taking the time to read. Remember to be kind to yourself.





Friends are the best. They are the perfect pick-me-up! Am I right?! So what happens when friendships drift apart? What happens when someone who was such a big part of your life is now suddenly M.I.A.? You’ve tried your best to stay in touch and stay connected but you never hear back from the person. You know how it goes… “Hey, let’s get together for coffee. I miss hanging out with you!” {*Crickets*} It almost seems like a chore for them to hang out with you and zero effort is made on their end to stay in touch. There comes a point in your life when you just have to walk away from the friendship. Know you did your best, but friendships are a two way street.

When a friendship is starting to drift apart or dissolve, I struggle big time. When this happens, I begin to think something is wrong with me, that I did something wrong. When it’s happening, it becomes somewhat unhealthy for me because I tend to beat myself up thinking that it must mean I’m not a good person, etc.,etc. I pretty much dump all over myself, picking myself apart. Not good! The reality is that nothing really major has occurred, there wasn’t a huge argument or anything. You’re just at two different places in your life, you don’t have much in common anymore, life just gets busier and hectic. It’s such a shame, though, that certain people who were once your closest friends feel like complete strangers now. As much as I have tried to stay in touch, I have just now come to terms with the fact that some friendships just don’t continue into the next chapter of our lives for whatever reason. Some friendships just run their course and phase out. As sad as that may be, I know I will continue to have nothing but love for those long lost friends and the memories I’ve shared with them…but life moves on and at the end of the day, there’s still some pretty amazing people left standing beside you.

I will say that the friendships that have fizzled out have only made me more grateful and appreciative of the ones that remain. I absolutely love the friendships where time nor distance have any affect on the relationship. You just pick up right where you left off. I also love the surprise friendships. The ones you never saw coming. Maybe you weren’t friends a few years ago, but today you are and you can’t imagine your life without that person. There are also those ride or die friends who no matter what, and I mean…NO MATTER WHAT, will always be by your side. The friends who have seen us at our absolute worst and still love us, faults and all. They’re the friends that overlook your broken fence and admire your garden. I’m truly blessed to have such amazing friendships. I would not be where I am or who I am today without these wonderful humans. What do you say we continue to celebrate the awesome friends who are still here. You know, the friends that have turned into family, the ones who have stuck around when we hit our rock bottom. I mean, how lucky are we to have friends like that!?!

As always, thank you for taking the time to read. To all of my friends {in case I don’t tell you enough} I love you. Thank you for being my friend. Have a great week everybody…be kind to yourself.



It’s the little things…


I hear it all the time. I’m sure you do, too. The simple expression, “It’s the little things in life.” I have always agreed but as I’m getting older, I seem to be reminded of it more. I find myself looking to the little things to help me throughout the day. They are the constant reminder that we need to enjoy life more and that life truly is beautiful. I also believe that sometimes the little things can help us find the silver lining we are so desperately searching for or are in need of.

“Maybe you just have to live for the small things, like being called pretty or someone picking up the pen you just dropped or laughing so hard your stomach hurts. Maybe that’s all that really matters at the end of the day.”

Recently, I started volunteering at the Hospice House at St. Luke’s. In my heart it has always been something I have wanted to do. I can’t really explain why but when you have such a strong feeling for something you just have to follow through with it. So that’s what I’m doing, I’m following through. Being there has just strengthened my belief that the little things in life truly end of being the big things. Why? Because the little things are what bring the joy, happiness and comfort in our lives. It may mean something different for each person but the common thread is that it allows us to appreciate all that life has to offer along with the people in it. Sitting with someone and just holding their hand or reading to them may not seem like much, but it is. Giving someone a hug, making sure there’s always a fresh pot of coffee for the families that are there may seem so simple or insignificant, but it’s not. Those are some of the little things that make the difference. They provide a little bit of comfort and normalcy to the families and patients. I truly feel that it’s an honor and privilege to even be allowed to help and be present.

I will be the first to admit that sometimes I can get caught up in the day to day stress and bullshit that inevitably does not even matter at the end of the day. It’s hard not to, right? In just the short amount of time that I have been at the hospice house it has helped me to remember to savor the little things EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. To stop worrying and start living!

I mentioned earlier that the little things in life might be different for each person but I encourage you to make a list. I did! It’s fun and it helps me to appreciate. I keep it on the notepad on my phone and add to it as needed. Here’s a just little snip-it:

• Getting a really good hug from someone.
• Hearing my favorite song at the exact moment I need a little pick me up.
• Deals & Steals on Good Morning America. {I live for this segment on a Thursday morning!}
• Getting a good parking spot.
• Seeing someone I love happy.
• Hearing someone laugh.
• A fun pair of socks.
• Scoring an awesome deal at my favorite store.
• Warm clothes out of the dryer.
• Opening a new jar of peanut butter.
• Spending time with someone I care about…even if it’s only for five minutes.
• Finding a fun coffee mug and adding it to my collection.
• Sunsets.
• When a favorite movie of mine is on t.v.
• Acting goofy with my nieces & nephews.
• Finishing a really good book.
• Seeing people smile.
• Petting a dog…especially my favorite, Brody!
• The first steps on the beach after a long, dreary winter.
• Finding the missing puzzle piece/finishing a puzzle.
• Seeing a rainbow or a hummingbird.


As always, thank you for taking the time to read. I hope each and every day of yours is filled with lots of the “little things!” Be kind to yourself.
– Ange

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Just breathe


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I went back and forth about my next blog post and whether or not I should write about my experience with anxiety. Ironically, a few times throughout this past week I saw different people share a post relating to this topic. So I figured, yep, the next blog post is going to be about anxiety.

Anxiety, that little bastard that creeps up out of nowhere totally uninvited and ready to make a mess. Isn’t it the worst?! It’s completely unnecessary if you ask me. You have no control over it, you have no idea when it’s going to happen or when it will end. You can be fine one minute and then the next minute, boom! You can’t breath, your heart is racing, you feel nauseous, you’re dizzy. The list goes on and on. When you’re in the thick of your anxiety/panic attack it’s hard to feel like you’re going to be okay. One thing I have learned throughout all of it is to just breathe. It may not be the cure all, but it does help. Just keep breathing.

I deal with anxiety and panic attacks on a weekly basis. I’ve probably been struggling with anxiety since my sophomore year in college which was about 2001-2002. It got so bad the one summer that I literally never left the house out of fear I was going to have a panic attack in public. I didn’t feel safe anywhere except in my room at my parents house. Zero fun! At 21, I should have been out having fun and living it up. I’m pretty sure most of my friends thought I was out of my mind. I will never forget the time a dear friend of mine came over to my house to see me. She was there during one of my panic attacks. I couldn’t hide it from her even though I tried really hard. She was amazing through it all. She may not even realize how she helped me in that moment, but she did. She helped me to feel calm. She didn’t judge me at all or think I was weird. That in itself made me feel so much better. Thank you, Kate! You reminded me it was okay to feel the way I was feeling and to just keep taking deep breaths and that the anxiety would pass eventually.

Through all of the anxiety/panic attacks, I have personally found that distracting myself helps me. I know sometimes you feel like you can’t even move when you’re having a panic attack but sometimes by doing just that…moving, it can actually help. I wanted to include a little list of things that help me when I’m having anxiety. Maybe this list can help you, too. You are not alone. We are in this together!


  • Get up and get moving.
  • Take a walk.
  • Meditate.
  • Listen to music.
  • B R E A T H E !
  • Clean.
  • Yoga.
  • Coloring.
  • B R E A T H E !
  • Fresh air.
  • Play a brain teaser game.
  • B R E A T H E !

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As always, thank you for taking the time to read. Remember to be kind to yourself and remember…”just breathe!”


Shine Bright




Does anyone else ever struggle with what they post on social media? Or how much they post? I never know if what I’m posting is annoying or if I post too much. I hate to admit it but I can get a little caught up by this because I worry that I’m somewhat annoying to others and I don’t want to be. However, time and time again I’m told to not worry about what other people think and to just do what I want. Do what makes me happy. It’s a form of self expression, right? We must do what feels right, what makes us happy and what makes us feel at peace. I’m really working on all of the above. Finding things that bring me joy and help me enjoy life because honestly, I feel like all I do is work. I’m stressed out about 99.9% of the time and I know I’m not really enjoying life the way I should be. I just feel like I’m walking around in a fog all the time. So not cool! Anyone else feel that way?

Being a small business owner, I feel like you’ve got to stay relevant which means you have to post often to keep people engaged and to help get your name out there. Recently, I decided to venture away a bit from the bakery. I become a Stella & Dot stylist. I love their stuff. I have a lot of their jewelry already so why not start selling it? It’s something fun for me and I love being around people. Anyone who knows me knows I’m a talker and I can talk a lot. Yes, I also get caught up wondering whether or not I talk too much, but ya know what…that’s me. Can’t change it and why should I? I mean really, why should we change what makes us who we are?

Do I post this picture of myself which shows my new Stella & Dot jewelry? Do I remind people that I’m now a stylist for Stella & Dot? Should I post a picture of the cupcake I just made? Will people think I’m vain because I took a selfie? Do I start this blog again and really go for it this time? You see…it’s exhausting. Stop the madness! If you have a passion for something, go for it. If you talk a lot, keep talking. If you feel good about yourself and want to take a selfie, take the damn selfie. Don’t be afraid to put yourself out there a little bit and show the world who you are, what you’ve been through, and where you plan on going. Don’t be afraid to shine!

I started this blog Frosted Chaos well over a year ago. Sadly, it fell by the wayside because I was overwhelmed and too busy with the bakery. I decided to start blogging again because it’s therapeutic for me and writing makes me feel good. It’s something I truly enjoy. I wasn’t really taking care of me, ya know? I think most of us have a tendency to put ourselves last. I figured it was time to get back to blogging. Time to start living more and doing more of what makes me feel alive.

I am someone who enjoys connecting with others. I have gotten through tough times being able to connect with someone or relate to someone who was going through a similar situation. Whether I was reading about their story online, in a book, or speaking to them in person, I didn’t feel alone and I felt understood. That’s what I want to do. I open myself up to others because I always say that if I reach one person, if I’m able to make one person feel like they’re not alone and they can relate on some level, then it’s worth it. I love the people that are real and who can just put it all out there. Flaws and all. My dad always says to me with a laugh, “you share too much, you let too many people know what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling. But I wouldn’t want you to change.”

I just now realized that majority of the time what I’m writing/saying/putting out there is exactly what I need to hear at that exact moment. Isn’t it funny how that works out? I also realized I rambled on and on about a lot of random things which I will most likely do in this blog, so I will apologize now. Bottom line is, or should I say the take away in all of this…do what makes you happy. Get out there, find your joy and shine bright!

As always, thank you for taking the time to read. Be kind to yourself.


It’s crunch time!

It happens often, I go to the bakery to clean or organize the place and I end up experimenting with recipes. That’s pretty much what I did all morning yesterday. I was on a mission to come up with a fun, new cookie creation. After a few hours {and a big ‘ol mess},  I came up with this recipe for Chocolate Potato Chip Cookies…and they are DELICIOUS! It’s a super simple recipe, which you know I love when a recipe is simple. I also love the fact that there are potato chips in the cookies. I love potato chips, I love french fries, I love mashed potatoes! Hey guys, do you think I love potatoes?! Clearly, I do so I thought why not put them in cookies? The potato chips add a delicious crunch to the cookie which I think you are going to love.

It’s definitely a good thing for me to get side tracked sometimes and have fun with experimenting. I can become very overwhelmed with baking and decorating orders, running the front end of the bakery, answering emails, etc. It’s nice to take a little time out every once and awhile and get back to having fun in the kitchen and just being allowed to do whatever I feel like without worrying about time ticking away. It seems like it’s ALWAYS “crunch time” in the kitchen for me and I am always running around like a crazy lady. Many of you have experienced my running around like a crazy lady when you’ve come into the bakery. I enjoyed taking my time baking and creating these cookies, because it doesn’t happen often that I get to slow down a little bit and not worry about what time it is. I’m sure you all can relate. When we can find some time to slow down and enjoy doing what we love most…even if it’s only for a few minutes, it can make all the difference in the world. I will try my best to do more of that and I encourage you all to do so as well. Maybe that means taking a little time out to bake these cookies? Whatever your time out is, I hope it brings you clarity and a little calm to your day. I included a picture I found this past week, which could not be more true! Again, I think we all can relate.

As always, thank you for taking the time to read. Don’t forget to incorporate a little time out into your busy schedule this week. Be kind to yourself. Until next time, keep it sweet! -Ange


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In mixing bowl: beat butter & sugar until light & flully. About 3-4 minutes. Add vanilla, continue to beat well.

In mixing bowl: beat butter & sugar until light & flully. About 3-4 minutes. Add vanilla, continue to beat well. Add flour & potato chips. Mix just until incorporated.




Add mini chocolate chips to the batter. Mix by hand.

Add mini chocolate chips to the dough. Mix by hand.




Scoop cookie dough onto lined baking sheets. Place about 2 inches apart. Take a glass & grease the bottom. Dip in sugar & press down on cookies. Cookies should be about 1/4 inch thick.

Scoop cookie dough onto lined baking sheets. Place about 2 inches apart. Take a glass & grease the bottom. Dip in sugar & press down on cookies. Cookies should be about 1/4 inch thick.




Bake cookies 10-12 minutes or until the edges are lightly golden.

Bake cookies 10-12 minutes or until the edges are lightly golden.




Let cookies cool completely before dipping them in melted chocolate.

Let cookies cool completely before dipping them in melted chocolate.




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Recipe: {Chocolate Potato Chip Cookies}

*makes 24 cookies


2 sticks unsalted butter, room temperature

1/2 cup granulated sugar

1 teaspoon vanilla

2 cups flour

1/2 cup finely crushed potato chips

1/2 cup mini chocolate chips

{Chocolate Drizzle}

1 cup chocolate chips

2 Tablespoons unsalted butter



– Preheat oven to 35o degrees.

– In mixing bowl: beat butter & sugar until light & flully. About 3-4 minutes. Add vanilla & continue to beat well. Add flour & potato chips. Mix just until incorporated.

– Add mini chocolate chips to the dough. Mix by hand.

– Scoop cookie dough onto lined baking sheets. Place about 2 inches apart. Take a glass & grease the bottom. Dip in sugar & press down on cookies. Cookies should be about 1/4 inch thick.

– Bake cookies 10-12 minutes or until the edges are lightly golden.

– While cookies are cooling, in a microwave safe bowl, heat chocolate chips & butter until melted {about 2-3 minutes}. Stir.

– Once cookies are cooled completely, dip them in the melted chocolate. You can also drizzle the chocolate over the tops of the cookies if you don’t want to dip them.


Cupcake Inspired Ornaments

I decided to make these ornaments on a whim last night.  I stopped at the dollar store and picked up 2 packs of ornaments. There were 5 ornaments in each pack. $2 for ornaments, yes please! I used chalkboard markers instead of paint. I wasn’t sure if they would work on the ornaments, but they did! Chalknoard markers are definitely a lot less messy, too. You can use whatever sprinkles you have on hand. I used the rainbow non-pareils. Have fun! I have a feeling I will be making another trip to the dollar store to pick up more ornaments!



chalkboard markers {I purchased at A.C. Moore} non-pareil sprinkles {I purchased at the Christmas Tree Shops} box of ornaments {Dollar Tree}

chalkboard markers {A.C. Moore}
non-pareil sprinkles {Christmas Tree Shops, they were $0.99!}
box of ornaments {Dollar Tree}


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