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Travel back in time to the year 1990 when the concept of Stanley Street first took bloom. In my grandmothers little brick house on Stanley. That little home was bursting with love and the reason for that was my Grandma. She was a top-notch dresser and had a serious collection of handbags, sling backs and jewelry. Like many little girls, dressing up in her things was a hobby my six-year-old self loved and Gram was my audience. If I wasn’t using her long hallway as my runway I was sitting quietly in front of her closet. Digging through her large handbags turned into a treasure hunt that occasionally rewarded me with a package of chewing gum. I knew from a small child, I wanted to be just like my Grandma. She taught me to wake up and put myself together no matter what the day had in store. Not for what others thought but for myself. To feel and look good for me. She also taught me that putting on some jewelry can upgrade any T-Shirt, a bright lip will go a long way and a beautiful handbag is absolutely essential.
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Travel back in time to the year 1990 when the concept of Stanley Street first took bloom. In my grandmothers little brick house on Stanley. That little home was bursting with love and the reason for that was my Grandma. She was a top-notch dresser and had a serious collection of handbags, sling backs and jewelry. Like many little girls, dressing up in her things was a hobby my six-year-old self loved and Gram was my audience. If I wasn’t using her long hallway as my runway I was sitting quietly in front of her closet. Digging through her large handbags turned into a treasure hunt that occasionally rewarded me with a package of chewing gum. I knew from a small child, I wanted to be just like my Grandma. She taught me to wake up and put myself together no matter what the day had in store. Not for what others thought but for myself. To feel and look good for me. She also taught me that putting on some jewelry can upgrade any T-Shirt, a bright lip will go a long way and a beautiful handbag is absolutely essential.