Simple Things that make me Happy

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Of course my Ballet Kurdish Kalash.  The cutest gift I have gotten in all my life
I must say from the cutest creature.  I am too happy to wear them to work every week. 

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  1. AzaAugust 6, 2011 at 7:24 AM

    This is the first time I see this version of lady klash, that is with the red "ribbon". They do look cute :)

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