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Anytime I find something, and by that I mean another pair of shoes, I weaken myself into believing that life will somehow not be the same without them. An inevitable recurrence, I'm sorry to say. But then there's that moment when I see them sitting on the shelf in my closet, nestled between the rest of things I obviously couldn't live without, and I realize they probably couldn't live without me either. 


(Vertical striped knee highs c/o We Love Colors)

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peggy said…
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Alex said…
Your Balmains love you, baby. They are gorgeous.
Anonymous said…
your shoe collection is seriously one that i envy lol. That floral on the top left is the one Im particularly coveting. Just wonderful ^_^

Eeli x
wow amazing collection...
but the balmain pair..AMAZING!!

xxx
Eva said…
Ohhh! I love your great collection shoes!!
Kisses: Eva http://www.dolceevita.es
Life's a shoe said…
wow these are gorgeous!
a. major said…
miu miu....swoon.

love your blog.

www.anniemajor.blogspot.com

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