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current little pill box

(Tsumori Chisato slub jacket, Jeffrey Campbell boots, Henrik Vibskov cardigan, Pour La Victoire pumps, Topshop cable knit top, Burberry Prorsum cuff, Birch votive candles, ASOS sunglasses)

Lovely tedium.

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crazy about those boots!
crazy about those boots!
Marissa said…
Love everything. The jacket and cardi are my top picks. I think. But I love candles too! Those are really great. Is that a onesie? You could pull it off, Bella!
Some cute knitwear there :-)
Anonymous said…
Wow!I love those a lot! : )
Sara said…
I love your combinations!!! :)

See you!
Anonymous said…
I admit I'm jealous of your lifestyle. It seems wonderful Bella.

Love the collage.


Can I come over and raid your closet?

Have a nice weekend.
Alex said…
Tasty stuff, baby! Love the Vibskov cardigan (I used to have a hoody and a t-shirt of his) and candles!
blog mode said…
the Jeffrey Campell boots are my fav'!!
Meera said…
Love that jacket!
Please check out my blog. Love yours!

xx
Meera
shmem said…
oo i love those earings, where are they from?

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