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Tonight you are my soldier


Thank you for so many amazingly thoughtful birthday wishes, e-mails, Facebook photos/messages, and tweets yesterday! We celebrated until about five o'clock this morning and had an incredible time! I also want to quickly mention that I've teamed with Copper Etiquette, and this week we're hosting a giveaway, so keep a lookout because one lucky reader is going to win a gorgeous new dress!




(Victoria's Secret overlay and satin tap pants, Alexander Wang tank, V cut bra, and Brenda camera bag, Jeffrey Campbell Mariel suede wedge sandal, Vintage turquoise cross necklace and fox tail, Ray-Ban Wayfarer and Aviator sunglasses, Nasty Gal knee high socks) 

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Alex said…
You look sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo amazing, my love! It was wonderful celebrating your birth until the birds were coming out, and I'm so happy to be here with you right now. I love you!
magdaayuk said…
Happy happy (belated) birthday. Lovely pictures, keep them coming;)
Cindy Van Dyck said…
You look amazing! xx
Great pics..love the shoes..and the blurriness and shadow play in the photos..very nice

xx
Andy
The Black Label
LittleRachael said…
Cute photos - Love the knee high socks :-)

Little Rachael
Little Rachael
Little Rachael
that first shot is gorgeous! love the accessories too. hope u had a great bday xxo
0 said…
very beautiful these photos!

But what there is written on the tattoo in your right arm?
Daisy said…
Such delightful photos !
Claire M. said…
Gorgeous photos!

Claire M.
Unknown said…
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Would you come in mine and follow me? i'd be very happy!
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Marissa said…
so many gorgeous photos of you, Bella! pretty much l ove everything here!

kisses

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