I love bikes. I love girls on bikes. I love riding bikes pretending to myself that I in any way resemble this girl and her bike, when the truth is a) i can never ever wear pleats on my hips and b) try as I might, waisted sirt + high neck + boobs = weird truncating effect which knocks a good 3 inches off my already petite height, and c) My bike is not some elegant heavy-framed pashley style thing, its an eminently practical ugly road bike, which does not allow for good bike riding posture. (Copenhagen Bike blog thingy - google it, its great for pretty people on bikes)
I love Cyrstal Renn. I love this swimming costume. I love how she looks so happy and healthy and glowing. I love that I am beginning to feel like I could feel like this this summer in a bikini. (YAY Weightwatchers). (Jezebel somewhere)

You all know about my undying love and affection for Bridge. This make me want to grow my hair again. (Google)

Layering like this never ever works in real life. And no one but no one but NO ONE will ever look good in thigh-high socks, unless they are H or some other fortunate lanky thing with incredible legs. However, I love the flowers in the bag, the bag, the tweediness of the whole thing and the hat. (J Crew).
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