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The hour before the others






The small grandfather clock hanging upstairs is chiming louder than yesterday. The sound is annoying. It's seven o'clock in the morning and I've yet to sleep, so as an alternative to superfluous cyber-wandering, I'm warily word-searching. At this point, assembling even semi-comprehensible sentences is beginning to feel like a challenge. Honestly, it's a wonder I've written this much. Going to bed...

(Vintage shirt and finger armour, F21 mesh insert tunic and heels)

Comments

Monika Poppy said…
beautiful lipstick!

xxx

LOVE FROM M POPPY
LIVING IT UP IN LONDON TOWN
QUIRKY AS
7:33 AM
Anonymous said…
Really nice outfit, love the heels!
11:08 AM
Anonymous said…
love this so much!
11:52 AM
K A T H L E E N said…
i love the color of your lipstick and your shirt!
12:06 PM
Lauren said…
Classic. The boyfriend shirt is sexy and the cherry lips are to die for!!!!!!

You always look gorgeous!

XOXOXO
12:44 PM
Lauren said…
Really want to the ring.
12:45 PM
Alex said…
Beautiful face, lips, legs, photos, and everything else, my love! And sexy outfit! ;)
2:44 PM
Anonymous said…
You look amazing.

Casual and chic.

Perfection, Bella!
5:50 PM
Sybil said…
you look amazing!! love the rings and the shoes!! :D

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8:07 PM
sweet said…
beautiful photos as always my sweet Bella...you are as gorgeous as always...

love the outfit and the great lights in the photos!!!!

take care gorgeous!!!
kisses
Sweet
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9:28 AM
A Shopaholic is loose said…
Wau, you look gorgeous in this outfit, and your legs are beautiful... Wish I were that lucky! ;-)

Hugs from
A Shopaholic is loose...

http://ashopaholicisloose.blogspot.com
8:40 PM
Rchliey said…
cute highheels and the lipstick are so hot
9:38 PM
Susu Paris Chic said…
I know about those odd hours... I'm an incurable bad-morning-sleeper - unless I've really partied!
3:52 AM
diane said…
Stress does that, making ordinary noises so annoying that you can't sleep.
The second to the last shot is my favorite. xo
10:23 AM
Veronica Glam said…
Great style!
7:47 PM
BrooklynBlonde said…
loving this entire outfit! And your hair - gorgeous!

xx,
Helena
www.BrooklynBlonde.com
4:40 PM
Unknown said…
Love the shots and the outfit.


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6:48 PM
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