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Writer Girl Gets A Break

Teal Goodness
Dress and belt, vintage. Cuffs, Splash. Shoes, Mossimo. Tights, NM.


I'm getting published... and this particular photograph was captured subsequent the most awesome news. Yay Me! So, the creamy lace dress and navy belt are both vintage… albeit the Maryjane's are a recent addition to the others in my closet, I'm craaaazzzy about the blood-red teal combination.

Comments

WendyB said…
Great tights!
hidzume said…
Thanks for the comment!^^

Your outfit is nicu <3

xoxo
Anonymous said…
you are ver beautiful!
Vertiginoso said…
Or an immaculate Harmony between the sofa and your "néo-romantic Dress , like a soft/stylish "hand to hand" . . . And I really like the cocktail intense dark hair, white color, precious tan skin . . .
ps: Mmmh Mmmh I'm sure you will appreciate my last post !!!!

A Bientôt, Antoine
TEXTSTYLES said…
great outfit, nice style
love what you're doing

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Stefania
Jill said…
loveee the top and tights!!
Thanks jill!
Eeli said…
Oh hun, you know far too many words. You confuzzle me sometimes lol.

Ona more appropriate note, i am positively squeeling at your combination right there. Its bold and striking and beautiful all at once!
Anonymous said…
Gorgeous.

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