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Somewhere in the shades

I have a certain type of relationship with my sunglasses. You know, they let me obsess then subsequently toss them on the passenger seat, love them until setting them aside because I've chosen a sister pair instead, and then eventually orbit back... loving and obsessing all over again. But sunglasses have a way of transforming your style aesthetic, which means one pair is never enough. This theory might be interlaced with the need to inundate my shopping cart with cat eyes and wayfarers each time I browse ShadesDaddy.com. Established in 2007, they're one of the largest online retailers of sunglasses, and have it all when it comes to name brand sunglasses... they even a celebrity category! 
When the president of the company, Brian Nelson, contacted me, I was absolutely thrilled to be collaborating with such an amazing team. Taking pride in not only a customer satisfaction that's flawlessly pioneered (or the fact that items arrive carefully packaged), they also boast an authenticity guarantee throughout an impressive collection of designers ranging from Bogetta Venetta, Marc Jacobs, Ray-Ban, Gucci, Chloe, and many more! This pair is so delicious!  

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(Nasty Gal Vintage asymmetrical tank dress, American Apparel medium leather pouch c/o my boyfriend, Gucci sunglasses GG 3129 c/o ShadesDaddy, Miu Miu blue satin Maryjane platform pumps, Flowers and stone ring c/o Alex and Vina, Vintage belt, Express satin jacket)

Comments

I'm obsessing over that bag! And I adore your shoes! Remember to enter my £100 ASOS giveaway!

x
www.lostinthehaze.com
Lauren said…
Bella I adore everything about this post!

Kisses
Unknown said…
your dress is cool ,the pochette very nice and the shoes i love it.
Anonymous said…
beautiful outfit beautiful hair..i love the way you write!
FASHION TALES said…
Stunning! This is a beautiful outfit & do love your amazing bag. :)
Madison
YES!AMAZING!
Jana K. said…
LOVEEEE that clutch!!

-Jana
http://www.wolfandwillow.com/
Unknown said…
hi i love your sunglasses.
ray ban sunglasses

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