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Small Screen Weekend

The weekend’s almost over, and while I’m fairly behind on my list of things to conquer before returning to the decree of Monday’s madness… I want to extend very special thanks to Silje (formerly of Siljesfashion) for my incredible interview/spotlight feature… her new site is wonderful, so please check it out! And because this welcomed reception is always a righteous honor, I’m also sending a wicked little bouquet of cyber-love to bizarre, Twiggy Mod, PorcelainBlonde, standing in the way of control, and nuhelia for being so awesomely thoughtful with the blog awards!

(Vintage faux fur and knit shirt, Mizrahi boots)

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