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Little Red Dress




For Christmas I got this lovely plaid number - isn't it gorgeous? I wore it for my birthday and used it as an excuse to have (yet another) photo shoot.

Do you guys enjoy photo-filled posts like these? Or do you like helpful posts? Comment your opinion below, please. :)

Thank you for reading. <3

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  1. Oooh I love your dress, it's gorgeous! Plaid is one of my favourite things to wear in the winter :)
    Hope you had a nice Christmas, Happy New Year!

    -Lauren xoxo

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  2. You're so beautiful, Rosie!
    That dress is adorable. <3

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  3. That dress is so lovely and wintery!!

    xoxo

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  4. Oooooooh cute dress. My opinion on the last question is that I think I like a combination of both types of posts, they both provide something different.

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  5. Gorgeous dress. I, personally, love picture filled posts. ^_^
    ~Adaline

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  6. So beautiful. Ahaha, remember when you were younger and you got clothes for Christmas? I was always a brat about it but now I would be happy to get them. It's just funny how things change. :)

    Personally I like the photo posts better. xx

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  7. You are absolutely stunning and I admire your fierceness in your photos. The dress is adorable! To be honest, the first thing that came to mind when I saw it was Michael Clifford. I'm positive it's because of the plaid.

    I, as well, REALLY love the photo posts!

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  8. Your dress is so pretty! :) And as for posts: I do kind of wish to see photography posts a bit more. ^.^

    xoxo Morning

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  9. That's so beautiful! Lovely photos by the way, your photos are perfect. You can do as many as you want without me complaining. They're amazing:)

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