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I have a very love/hate realationship with Karen Millen. Mostly it's hate. Because I love everything. Their dresses are perfectly sexy, their shoes so wonderfully cute and their bags so adorable and covetable. And don't even get me started on their lingerie.
And I can't afford any of it.
So, my love for their pretty things makes me sad. Even in the sale (want everything, immediately), I can't afford their goodies. I want this embroidered clutch bag so much. It's the perfect mix of romantic and edgy, but even in the sale it's £59.95. That's almost affordable. Dammit.
See? Hate them.
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