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The Perfect Dress



Winter has come and Christmas is near. We all need that perfect dress that is classy yet comfortable for the icy cold weather. The trick is to keep it simple yet trendy. Online shopping is always preferable in the winters because of the comfort of sitting under the blanket with a cup of coffee on one hand and browsing through the clothes on your laptop with the other. www.shoppersstop.com has always been my favorite among the loads of other online shopping sites because of the variety of clothes and accessories it provides and the prompt delivery and cooperative customer care. Browsing through the clothes yesterday, I have chosen the perfect dress I always wanted to buy for myself. The dress that goes with all occasions, be it a party with your family and friends, or a day out, or an evening with your colleagues. Below is the dress I have assembled from Shoppers Stop:-

Happy Feet à Boots
The paramount Dress


JACKET to go with

Chic EARRINGS

SCARF

EYE Pencils
Mascara for long lashes

LIP Balm

Gloss it up


Foundation to keep it simple yet stylish

The perfect WATCH

Matching HANDBAG


Classy RING



Comments

  1. Hi Sanhita,

    You've done a fine job of going into the details of the look and get-up, living it up in style, huh? :) :) :)

    All the best for the contest.

    Keep up the good work

    Regards

    Jay
    http://road-to-sanitarium.blogspot.in/

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