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Missoni for Target


Sitting in the art studio with my hands painted enough to resemble a new pair of gloves pretty much confirmed that a quick drive to Target was not in my near future. And when their website crashed from the overpowering Missoni madness, I thought I'd never score a single piece... but as it turns out, those masterminds were working diligently to keep everyone happy. So if you haven't gotten yours... go, go, go because it's disappearing fast!


▲ Oh, and when I hit 1500 Likes on my Facebook Fan page... it's giveaway time!▲

Comments

Marie said…
I was on the site at 6:00 am! Glad to know I did the right thing!
Marie @ Lemondrop ViNtAge
I'm having a giveaway...
Andrés Corella said…
Amazing pieces!! Very lucky the people who gets them!

xx
Andy
The Black Label
helen turnbull said…
heard so much about thius collection but these are the first items I've seen. One word; WANT.

Helen, x
http;//areyoudressingupordressingdown.blogspot.com
Anonymous said…
These are so Fabulous. I just got the most fabulous top from Target i love it :)
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Anonymous said…
wow! Lucky you!
Anonymous said…
love want love!!!
MrJeffery said…
i love so much from this collection. housewares are fun too!
Unknown said…
Hej tänkte bara tipsa om att just nu pågår en tävling där du kan vinna löshår från happyhair:) finns även en dagens blogg tävling på min blogg där du har chansen att bli länkad inför mina 300-600 unika läsare/Dag
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så passa på att gå in och anmäl dig:)
Ria said…
I feel like I'm in the minority of not rushing out to snag any of this. I just want the bike and it's not affordable for me right now.
SM said…
These are really great. everyone would be lucky to have them. I really like the pattern and the colors.
isnt that cardi just amazing? the brown, black and white one? purchased it as well. CAN NOT wait for it to get colder
Alex said…
They're both going to look great on you, baby! Think I like the first one most.

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