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This is what Sunday morning looks like...

(Vintage faux fur coat and combat boots, Target skinny jeans, DIY studded beanie)

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Alex said…
I adore these pictures, baby! So great. Makes me want to be there with you so badly. But the wet-looking roads which will surely freeze tonight and increasing snow do not bode well for travel! *sigh*
lovely photos! and love your jacket and boots also!
Lauren said…
you look beautiful and these pictures are amazing. love that first one! i want snow!
Arushi Khosla said…
Such stunning photos! What camera do you use? And your fur coat is gorg.
Allie said…
I've seriously never had a white Christmas before. Will just live vicariously through your posts!
electric feel said…
beautiful photos! hope your enjoyed your sunday!
Alison Kinsey said…
lots of holiday cheer in your photos Bella :) i live near Boston and it still hasn't really snowed yet here.
Beautiful pics...you know blue leopard is really cool...but I must say i am totally fixated with purple leopard!

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xx
Andy
Natalie Suarez said…
cute! i love ur blue coat :)

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0 said…
Fantastics photos!

Come to my blog!
KISS
Unknown said…
Gorgeous post! you look great, love that coat. Love the snow- but it's making me cold just looking at it.

www.oldsoulyoungspirits.com
Olive Cooper said…
LOVELOVELOVELOVE.
Hannie said…
I love your coat and the Christmas atmosphere is wonderful! I love this post,
xoxo from Hannie
classiq said…
I love the pics in the snow
Jane said…
Adorable pictures.. Cant wait for christmas !!
As usual, it is always a pleasure to rend you^^
Emilie said…
ooooh great pictures!! They give me such a christmas feeling :)

xxxx

lifeisroyalty.blogspot.com
Siljesfashion said…
Looks amazing! Hope you have a wonderful Christmas! Xoxo Silje

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