Mamaw made me do it…

Growing up in Kentucky, I can remember being so excited when my grandmother from Georgia, I called her Mamaw Tiny, came for a visit. She came in with this gigantic white case full of frost eyeshadows, mostly in every shade of blue, seventeen different mascaras, blue eyeliner, and the pinkest blush that would make any …

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