Welcome to You!

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Hello and welcome to my new blog!

If you know me, you know that helping others learn the art of scrapbooking is very close to my heart! 

Now I am thrilled to have find a line of products that help you celebrate relationships through scrapbooking and stamping faster, simpler and easier! 

Visit my online store and training site at www.rebeccalaird.myctmh.com and let me show you how!

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