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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*
11:23 AM
K A T H L E E N said…
lovely photos! and love your jacket and boots also!
11:36 AM
Lauren said…
you look beautiful and these pictures are amazing. love that first one! i want snow!
12:28 PM
Arushi Khosla said…
Such stunning photos! What camera do you use? And your fur coat is gorg.
12:42 PM
Allie said…
I've seriously never had a white Christmas before. Will just live vicariously through your posts!
1:32 PM
electric feel said…
beautiful photos! hope your enjoyed your sunday!
1:54 PM
Alison Kinsey said…
lots of holiday cheer in your photos Bella :) i live near Boston and it still hasn't really snowed yet here.
4:38 PM
Andrés Corella said…
Beautiful pics...you know blue leopard is really cool...but I must say i am totally fixated with purple leopard!

http://fiercepty.blogspot.com/

xx
Andy
6:08 PM
Natalie Suarez said…
cute! i love ur blue coat :)

natalieoffduty.blogspot.com
7:57 PM
0 said…
Fantastics photos!

Come to my blog!
KISS
4:20 AM
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
4:54 AM
Olive Cooper said…
LOVELOVELOVELOVE.
9:21 AM
Hannie said…
I love your coat and the Christmas atmosphere is wonderful! I love this post,
xoxo from Hannie
12:54 PM
classiq said…
I love the pics in the snow
11:37 AM
Jane said…
Adorable pictures.. Cant wait for christmas !!
As usual, it is always a pleasure to rend you^^
3:06 PM
Emilie said…
ooooh great pictures!! They give me such a christmas feeling :)

xxxx

lifeisroyalty.blogspot.com
5:28 AM
Siljesfashion said…
Looks amazing! Hope you have a wonderful Christmas! Xoxo Silje
2:01 PM
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