Sunday, 4 October 2009

Oh Look!

Here's the shirt I was harping on about in Clothes Loathe. I haven’t worn it yet.


Posted by westendmum at 07:52
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2 comments:

Style At Every Age said...

Very nice, I really like it! Leggings, flat boots and long cardigan over it!

4 October 2009 at 09:22
Anonymous said...

Gorgeous!

4 October 2009 at 11:14

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