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Damn Skippy

The weekend’s quickly winding down, and while I’m still heavily engaged in the stack of papers just left of my laptop, I wanted to take a moment and send very special thanks to Oniomania, Luphia Loves..., out of the mist, Iole in fashion, and RETROMUS-IK for so awesomely thinking of me and sending a few blog awards my way.

Thank you so much, you’re incredible!
xxx

Arbitrary side note: For the last three days, I’ve been living in these red-hot ChloĆ© boots… we’ve become shamelessly inseparable, but seriously, my ankles have never been happier.

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