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A Gift For You

Hi HoneyBees! I'm back! I've missed you all so much. The last month has been super busy for me. Between school, work, motherhood and STARTING A NEW COSMETIC LINE I've been pretty busy.

You heard me right, I'VE LAUNCHED A COSMETIC LINE. My life for the past month has consisted of legal paperwork, mixing colors, selecting packaging for products etc. It's been super fun and I can't wait to share the line with you. For now, I'm operating on a smaller scale but in the next 2-3 years, I have huge plans for MONREAUX COSMETICS LLC! My line is launching very soon but for now, I have a gift for you...

To express my gratitude for the love and support you've shown my blog over the past year, I'd love my readers to try my line of lip products at a discounted price before they're introduced to everyone else!

Readers will get the chance to try my handmade lipgloss, and or sugar scrubs by following the steps below:

1. Subscribe to "Blogging with Breezy"
2. Email me at--- contactus@breezymonreaux.com with the subject line "Cosmetics" for more details on available products and instructions on how to place your order!

I'm so grateful for each and every one of you and I look forward to us growing Monreaux Cosmetics LLC together




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