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The Hens are OUT!

I’ve had my first international commission for a pyrography sign. I’m very excited!

Etsy is brilliant because it really highlights what an international world we live in now. There are craft sellers from all around the globe, and it’d fantastic that a family in California with a free-range egg business, will have my sign hanging on the door. How cool is that?!

Hens are IN

Hens are IN

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