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Rollercoaster days


The weather has been changing so much lately that it makes determining which season St. Louis wants to claim almost impossible. But as far as styling my everyday look, it means getting a little extra use out of all those longer sleeves... so I finally had an opportunity to wear this beautifully embellished Alice & Olivia military jacket that I bought last year.  

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Unknown said…
die jeansjacke ist soo cool !
Alex said…
I always love seeing this one in your closet! So much fun to touch the chains...
Anonymous said…
That jacket is amazing! Will you be posting more pics?
ilikestuff said…
I love the way your hair looks all tangled up with the chains. It's been while since I've commented, but I've been reading all along... ;)
Tammy L. said…
Like the last comment, I always read and rarely remark..so I thought I finally would. Everyday I'm here checkin it out Bella and when I saw this I knew I had to buy that jacket!
Emma said…
That jacket looks lovely; LOVE the embellishment x
Anonymous said…
I love your jacket. Little details like that are always so great.
Errin Dench said…
diese jacke gefällt mir sehr :-)

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