Postcard Pam Goes Large!: Sarah Mac

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Sunday, December 25, 2011

Sarah Mac

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I live in a chocolate box town on the edge of Rutland (yes, it does exist) with 2 teenagers and a small force of nature. We fend for ourselves, hiding constantly from the wicked witch of mortgages and mobile phones. Lucky for me that I own all those shoes. One pair must be magic.

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