Thursday, 11 June 2009

Vintage finds today.



On happiness scale from 1 to 10 this counts as 7, I don't know if it's real, I don't know if it's fake, but reading Chanel that many times over in one place makes me smile and the shoes are just my own private Summer panto - if there were such a thing.
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