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Over A Weekend


The DailyLook bag that makes my others jealous, candy I can't eat, pink and green elephant ears in the art studio, 2012 watercolor, heart-shaped clouds, saddle shoes, jewelry jewelry jewelry, the right amount light on bunny slippers, and bundles of fresh flowers I just can't get enough of. 

Comments

That bag is fab! Also like all the pretty flowers xx
S* said…
That bag is great! I'm subscribed to the Daily Look Newsletter and although I think some of their outfits are great, I haven't had the chance yet to purchase anything...

Is the bag good quality?

xx
Anisa Fathin said…
lovely picssss :)
Alex said…
Beautiful pics, baby!
Unknown said…
like shoulder bags,the bag is my love style

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