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These overtly girly Harajuku Lovers platform sandals are my least favorite color on the planet... pink. But I swear the creepy little ants crawling across the substantial (picnic basket-inspired) wedge obviously allotted a sense of balance deserving of at least one good romp in them.

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Alex said…
Love these little ants, but if they ever make it all the way up the shoe and touch you, I will kill them. I see them creeping upward...plotting. I will be crouched in the shadows, protecting my girlfriend from their evil ways, as their treachery knows no bounds.

And these pictures make me wish it was yesterday again!
Marissa said…
Whoa girl, you are hot! I agree about hte pink, but you can pull anything off!


Kisses
diane said…
Bella, your boyfriend's comment is sooo cute! Ah, l'amour. le sigh.
ZEPETIT said…
YOu look great!

Zepequeña.
Unknown said…
oooh this is a clever idea!
lovely ants
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Natalie Suarez said…
super cute! i love ur skirt :)

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Unknown said…
This outfit is utter perfection. A little bit gossip girl, a little bit california girl. I'm have a severe case of wardrobe envy... and hair envy! Can I ask if your glossy black tresses are natural or no? I'm thinking of going a bit darker and love your shade. X

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love the top! and the detail on the skirt is great
Liana said…
wow i really love this outfit! the simple colors and the loose button up shirt is great, and those shoes are just so cute! kinda weird how they have ants on them, but still cute! your hair looks really pretty too :)
love your blouse so much!

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xxyy said…
love the shoes and skirt. So chic.xx

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sweet said…
These pictures are just wonderful Bella...you are always stunning and never fail to impress everyone!!!

Kisses
Sweet
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ChicCheapHurra said…
hi we are two new girls in the blogging world and we love your blog ...

We hope you!

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