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i like the way you sparkle


Add silver glitter, floral prints, and little ruffles... then lather, rinse, and repeat.

(Steve Madden heels, Target socks)

Comments

Jen said…
So cute! They remind me of the ones Anne Hathaway wore at the Oscars.
Gorgeous shoes!
They're like a tamer version of Jeffrey Campbell's Lita's :)

Lizz
www.ohsoglamx.blogspot.com
xxx
Alex said…
Love 'em, babe. And I love you!
Anonymous said…
Love your blog. Those are perfect it's not even funny Bella.
electric feel said…
those shoes are amazing!
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Anna Bonfiglio said…
Beautiful beautiful beautiful!
Aria said…
Nice socks!!
M* said…
love this shoes!!!!


M*
http://notimeforsleeping.blogspot.com/
mistytewest said…
wow!!!! I love the shoes and its sparkles...makes me want to dance and shine...

Kisses
sweet
PensandLens
@mistytewest
Tim said…
my bella you are so beautiful with your shoes.
Anonymous said…
so cute! I love how you paired them with little socks. I love it :)
Summerbreeze said…
Those socks are lovely!
SoapyMermaid said…
I absolutely LOVE the pretty printed socks in the silver heels

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