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1970


 I'm pretty convinced that I could own this vintage accordion-pleated dress in every color conceivable, wear them shamelessly, and never get tired of the overall Farah Faucet feeling.

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el_martina said…
I love '70 style and your dress is amazing!
it is beautiful!
Liana said…
wow that is gorgeous! can't blame you for wanting it in every color, i would too! btw is that your kitchen? it's super nice! lol, sorry, i notice things like that ;p


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Alex said…
It looks beautiful on you, baby! Pink looks great on you. ;)
Mira said…
Beautiful dress :)

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