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The unexpected discovery of this satin, lace-back tuxedo blazer, at Flossy McGrew's in Denver, was nothing short of heavenly.

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Nadia-Francina said…
That blazer is incredible! I'm in love!
SM said…
Beautiful!
amazing! the light in these photos is so pretty!
Anonymous said…
nice and awesome pictures

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Jeane M. said…
Love the blazer and everything on that wardrobe. Great shots. Got my eye on your blog now.

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