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Authentic Lady Dior Second-Hand Bags – Luxury for Less

In the ever-changing world of fashion, owning a Lady Dior bag is a symbol of timeless elegance. These iconic handbags were first introduced in 1995. Due to meticulous crafting and attention to detail, they become a hallmark of luxury and sophistication. However, the hefty price tag of a brand-new Lady Dior bag can be a hurdle for many. That's where Re-Loved Luxury steps into the second-hand luxury market and offers an authentic used Lady Dior bag to allow you to adopt high fashion without compromising your budget. 

The Allure of Lady Dior Bags

People instantly recognize the Lady Dior bags because of their signature Cannage quilting, dangling charms, and elegant silhouette. These are becoming a must-have accessory for those who appreciate timeless style, and they have adorned the arms of countless celebrities and fashion enthusiasts. Every Lady Dior bag tells a story of luxury and exclusivity, whether it is a classic black leather design or a bold one. 

However, luxury does not always have to come at full price. You can find a stunning pre-owned Lady Dior bag by exploring the pre-owned market or the website of Re-Loved Luxury. While supporting sustainable fashion practices, these bags are aligned with your style and budget. 

Why Choose Second-Hand Lady Dior Bags?

Purchasing a second-hand Lady Dior bag offers various advantages, including cost savings. You should consider this smart investment for these reasons: 

Authenticity and Quality: 

Re-Loved Luxury ensures that every bag is 100% authentic and undergoes strict quality checks. This guarantees you receive a product that upholds the standard of excellence associated with the Lady Dior name. 

Sustainable Fashion: 

Buying a Mini Lady Dior used bag helps reduce waste and demand for new resources in the fashion industry. By choosing second-hand items, you support a circular economy that reduces environmental impact.

Exclusive Designs: 

Often, some specific designs are rare or discontinued from the market, but pre-owned markets make it possible to own unique pieces. The options are vast at Re-Loved Luxury, whether you are looking for a bold mini size or a classic medium. 

Value Retention: 

Lady Dior bags are renowned for retaining their value over time. A pre-loved piece can be an excellent investment, combining practicality with beauty.

How to Select the Perfect Used Lady Dior Bag

To make a well-informed choice, you should consider these tips while shopping for a used Lady Dior bag. 

Size and Style: 

Lady Dior bags come in various sizes, including versatile mini, medium, and large designs. A mini used Lady Dior bag might be a perfect pick for those who are seeking a compact yet stylish option. 

Material and Color: 

The collection tends to differ from smooth leather shiny finishes and bright colors to muted shades. Match your choice with your wardrobe and lifestyle.

Condition and Authenticity: 

Pick a trustworthy seller like Re-Loved Luxury, who guarantees authenticity and condition for every single item. There is also a very detailed description and photos of the item, which give you a preview of its exact situation.

Your Destination for Authentic Pre-Owned Lady Dior Bags is Re-Loved Luxury

Re-Loved Luxury takes pride in curating a collection of high-quality and authentic designer handbags that bring the charm of luxury within reach. Our platform simplifies the process of buying a pre owned Lady Dior bag, ensuring a seamless and satisfying experience.

It doesn't matter whether it is a mini Lady Dior bag to make a statement at evening soirées or a clearly defined statement piece to wear over the diverse hustle and bustle of an average day. Our collection is as broad as it gets. All bags are thoroughly authenticated and graded, ensuring your confidence before you buy.

Conclusion

Owning a Lady Dior bag is no longer a fantasy. Thanks to Re-Loved Luxury, you can now own the splendor and glamour of a pre-loved Lady Dior bag with that sustainable price tag. Shop our collection today and experience affordable luxury!

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Delicate - Chapter 2

Note: ok Chapter2 is here. Your opinion is always welcomed (criticism included!).

9th of Feb 2020

 

The week has gone by so fast. Naomi had a lot of work in the studio and in her charity. She also participated in three court hearings. As an owner of the charity helping victims of domestic violence, she was usually called by the court to testify. The last trial was scheduled on Friday morning. It was nasty. Naomi was attacked in the court by one of the witnesses, who was to testify in favor of the accused. Thankfully nothing has happened as the policemen reacted immediately. Once Naomi left the court, she was exhausted. Both physically and emotionally. She couldn’t wait to attend the party held by BBN, which was to take place in the evening. It was her favourite way of dealing with reality. Parties, good alcohol and sex, of course. She had a shag buddy - James, who actually believed to be her boyfriend. They were dating once or twice a week. Naomi has been honest with him about her intentions, still he had hopes that maybe one day the thing between them would become something more.

Once she got into a taxi, she heard her phone buzz.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: Hello Naomi, It’s Henry. I have just passed the BBN studio and I thought maybe you’d like to have a lunch with me in an hour or so? I have finally watched The Parasite! It would be wonderful to get the opportunity to talk with you about that. H”

It took Naomi a couple of seconds to realize who the person writing to her was. She looked at the clock, it was noon. On one hand she didn’t really feel like meeting anyone, she was just tired, and all she dreamt of was getting a nap before the evening. On the other hand though, she was hungry. Plus, she thought that maybe Henry could take part in the event she was organizing for children from her charity. There’s no better occasion to ask about that, than at a nice lunch.

N: Hey handsome. Lunch sounds perfect! Could you please pick a place to meet? I’m heading from the Central Criminal Court to my place to change, and then I’ll join you.

H: Lovely. Do you have any specific wishes about the cuisine?

N: Not really. But my top three are steaks, sushi and thai cuisine. I rely on you on that one. Just let me know where and I’ll do my best to get there as fast as possible.

H: Steak house that is! See you soon. Henry attached the address of the restaurant to his message.

Once Naomi got home, she quickly changed her elegant black Dior dress and high heel shoes to floral maxi dress, which she matched with black ankle boots and leather jacket. Isabel Marant vibe. She was a fashion addict. Naomi untied her hair, put up in an elegant bun before. She fixed her makeup, used her favourite perfume and hurried to the restaurant.

It took her fifteen minutes to get to the place. The hostess, led her to the table and took her coat. Henry was already waiting for her.

“Hello!” Naomi smiled and sat down in front him on the other side of the table. She noticed two bottles of water, one of which was empty. “I’m sorry, I hope you didn’t wait too long. It was really hard to get through the centre, though my Uber driver did what he could.”

“No, don’t worry about that! I took my time to make some calls. Today it’s my uncle’s birthday and my mother organizes a surprise party. Everything would be great if, as it turned out, uncle didn’t decide to make a trip today. So once my mother found out, she got very upset as she’s been organizing the party since last Tuesday. Now we’re trying to fix it and make uncle stay and visit us.” He chuckled and rose his eyebrow. “What about your day? Central Criminal Court in London. Sounds serious. You certainly don’t look like a criminal.”

Naomi looked him in the eyes and smirked “Well, don’t judge a book by its cover. Ted Bandy was very handsome and extremally charming, yet he was one of the scariest serial killers in the USA. So was Jeffery Dahmer.”

Henry propped himself up on his elbows, leant towards Naomi and said with a smile “If I weren’t that hungry I’d run away now. It’s hard to keep my wits about me being around such an attractive woman, who has just admitted, that she may secretly be a serial killer.”

Naomi leant towards him too and was to reply, but the waitress approached to take their orders. After the girl went away, Naomi remained silent for a few seconds, just looking at him with a sly smile. “You know what they say. No risk no fun.” She bit her lower lip and laughed softly, turning her gaze away from him. “No, but jokes aside. I run a charity. We help people suffering from domestic violence – mostly women and children, sometimes men. This is why my court visits are rather regular.”

Henry nodded. “That’s a very brave thing to do. It must be hard, isn’t it? I mean, to deal with all the suffering and cruelty. Doesn’t it affect your life?”

“Not as much as it has at the beginning. The world can be cruel, one just has to accept the fact and do whatever they can to make it a little bit better.”

They couldn’t stop chatting. They talked about her charity, about his preparation for a policeman role in a movie, of which Naomi has never heard before. He told her how hard it was for him to get through all the documentation about child abuse. “Nomis. I will certainly watch tomorrow.” She wrote the title in her phone. They talked about their favourite actors, movies, her silliest memories from drama school.

“Actually, I’ve always had huge imagination! And I’ve always loved Leonardo DiCaprio. I saw the Titanic when I was a kid. I had a friend – Caroline, she was under my spell. No doubt about that. I used to order her to play Leonardo. She was him and I was Kate. We played scenes from the movie. ALL of them. Yes, we did kiss each other. Tongues were involved! Of course, I did believe I kissed Leonardo. I remember my mum caught us kissing, and she was very worried what’s going on. After I told her that we’re just in our roles, she banned me from all the VHS other than Disney. Insane. Oh, but I’ve got even better story!”

Both of them shared lots of ridiculous stories from their childhood and teenage years. Naomi literally cried with laughter. When she excused herself for a moment to use the restroom, she realized it was 6 p.m. They spent there three hours. She couldn’t believe, it felt like half an hour.

“Henry, I’m so sorry. It’s very impolite, I know, but I have only realized it’s so late! I have to go. I need to prepare myself for the party. I have ten missed calls from my hairdresser.” She laughed and put her wallet out of her purse. “But I must tell you I had so much fun. I feel so much better now. Let me pay for the lunch, as a thank you.”

“Oh, no. No way! I invited you and there’s no way you pay for that. Plus, I had a wonderful time too. I hope you’ll have fun at the party. It’s a shame I can’t make it. Hopefully next time.”

“Well. Ok. Thank you!” Naomi put her wallet inside her bag, stood up, approached Henry and gave him a kiss on a cheek. “Hope you have a great fun too tonight! Bye!” Afterwards she hurried to get her coat, put it on. She realized she forgot to ask him about his contribution to her project. She quickly came back and waited until Henry paid for the meals. “Good timing, to arrive again after payment” she joked. “Henry, I forgot to ask you one thing! I’m going to organize the event for the kids from charity. Probably in March. We’re inviting different professionals to talk about their jobs – like a physician, a lawyer, a pianist, a journalist. Having an actor would be wonderful. Just to talk about your job. I’m sure kids will be excited. You don’t have to answer now of course. Think about it. Ok, now I’m really going. I wanted to make sure you pay, so that I won’t be called to the criminal court again! Bye!”

On her way home she realized, she had five unread messages from James, her (boy)friend, who apparently has been waiting for her in the café next to her apartment.

Once she opened her messenger to reply to James, she got a new text message.

H: That was quick I had no time to reply. Of course, I’d love to take part in this project. Just let me know when. Once again, thank you for the lunch!

***

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Cheer up emo R/J

For @coppercrane2 specifically because she wanted this scene but also for whoever else wants it and needs some R/J cheer up emo.

**

If JFK is a post-apocalyptic wasteland where manners and dreams went to die, LAX is simply a clusterfuck. Raven Fletcher isn’t stupid enough to mean-mug the smarmy-looking TSA agent at the end of the line, not exactly, but the smile in place on her face is about as gruesome as Heath Ledger’s Joker. She had the whole system down pat by now-- plastic bag of toiletries, no belt, no hat, no jacket, no sunglasses, shoes that could easily be slipped off and on, no electronics and items in the pockets-- but the whole process is a drag, anyway. And of course, they still always gave her crap, and this time is no exception.

“What were you doing in LA?”

“Meeting up with some clients in the industry, catching up, making plans for New York Fashion Week.”

 “So you live in New York, then?”

“Yeah. I thought it says so on my license.” And moreover, she certainly didn’t sound like a Californian, now did she? 

The TSA agent gives her a warning look; her sass is clearly not appreciated, and undoubtedly he’d use it as an excuse to make her suffer in the next five to ten minutes and probably go through every last bit of her bags, down to counting how many tampons she stashed in and probably testing her makeup wipes to ensure that nothing was radioactive. Raven bites her tongue and tries not to roll her eyes as he beckons over a female officer to pat her down even as he paws through all her belongings. He shakes out a Dior dress that’s tucked into her garment bag that’s likely worth more than the X-ray machine that the bag just passed through, and Raven wants to ask that he change his damn gloves first, but at this rate, if he goes any slower, she’d miss her connection. Sunny weather or not, she’d be damned if she got stuck in LA for another day.

Finally, the ordeal comes to an end, which leaves her roughly half an hour to get from one end of the airport to the other on four-inch Louboutins. Raven has no problem with mowing through crowds-- sharp elbows and the aggressive New Yorker walk does wonders-- but to have to do so just to get to her gate in time is aggravating when it was certainly not her fault that the security check took so long. She certainly couldn’t just crumple up the damned Dior and stuff it back into the garment bag-- she had a client dinner right after getting back in town, and on no planet did Raven Fletcher appear at such events anything less than perfectly dressed and groomed. 

There’s the moving walkway up ahead, and she strides on, a woman on a mission, long legs eating up the length of the conveyor. Raven is a petite woman, five-foot-four before the stiletto heels and too short for the modeling work that she immerses herself in dealing with on a daily basis, but she’s leggy, and can walk, jog and possibly do step aerobics in heels with the best of them. She steps off at the end of the moving walkway, leading with her shoulders, and smacks painfully into a solid male chest.

“I’m so sorry. Are you all right, miss?” A pair of big hands wrap around her elbows and pull her up, and had she landed any harder, she probably would have broken a thousand-dollar heel, and perhaps an ankle. Raven looks up from legs clad in casual gray chinos to a torso in blue tweed, with brown elbow patches, up into an almost-unforgivably handsome face, all golden California tan and tousled, sun-bleached blond hair, wearing horn-rimmed glasses over his baby blues. And... headphones. Of course. Because it would certainly be too much to ask for a man to be too perfect, so this particular specimen had to be moseying through the airport deaf to his surroundings like an oblivious moron.

“I would be better if you were watching where you were going, but forget about it.” She bypasses the hand he holds out to help her up, and snags both her garment bag and her briefcase. Her ankle gives her a twinge as she stands up, but she stalks off without a backward glance. If she hurried, she’d have just enough time to pop into the Starbucks by her gate for a quad venti iced macchiato to wash down the Excedrin before getting on the plane. 

The boarding process, after she reaches her gate, and where someone else might have passed their time sleeping or watching a movie or two on the five-hour flight, Raven opens her briefcase after the plane reaches cruising altitude to organize her files for the upcoming client dinner. Not that there is much to do, really, because Morgan Austen, even at age seventeen, didn’t exactly require much of an introduction. Blonde and willowy and charming and self-assured, the girl’s celebrity background might have gotten her in the door, but she’d certainly lived up to all the hype. Only too often were the celebrity actor-model types unforgivably uppity and spoiled, and while a small, petty part of Raven enjoyed putting them in their place as needed, it always came as a pleasant surprise when someone didn’t have to get told off for their own good. 

Her heart gives a pitter-patter, though, when she reaches inside the bag and feels, underneath her manicured fingertips, a bunch of manila folders rather than the sleek leather portfolio that should be contained in that compartment. Cautiously, she draws out the papers, then only barely manages to avoid swearing loudly and noticeably in the airplane cabin. 

“You’ve got to be freaking kidding me. This is a joke. A really bad joke.”

In place of the carefully-curated and prepped collection of headshots and polaroids of Morgan Austen is a collection of lab reports, all with the header of ‘153BH, UCLA/Huntley’. Raven has exactly zero interest in the subject of Nucleotide Metabolism, and the worst part about it is the fact that she has a whole three and a half hours before the plane lands and she can even get on her phone to do something about this mishap. 

It’s the longest three and a half hours of her life, feels like, and she pulls out her cell phone almost before the flight attendants turn off the seatbelt sign, calls the agency to postpone the dinner with the rep from Michael Kors.

“Yeah, there’s been a problem with my bag. Stupid LAX. Can you just... tell them my flight was delayed, or something? They’ll be a-o-fucking-kay because they’re getting Morgan Austen to walk their damn show in a month and it’ll be the biggest thing to happen to them since dude designed Michelle Obama’s official portrait dress. Thanks, Luna. You’re a whole bag of organic non-GMO peaches. And... someone’s calling, and it’s a 310 area code, so I’m going to let you go.”

She recognizes the area code as Los Angeles, of course, and expects that it’s some minion from some customer service desk in LAX reporting that they’d found her bag, but the voice which comes through is male and sounds oddly familiar, with that faint Calfornian drawl. “Am I speaking to Ms. Raven Fletcher?”

“Yeah. Who’s this?”

“My name is Jude Huntley, and we bumped into each other at the airport? I seem to have your work bag rather than mine.” The tone is summery-smooth and apologetic, the cadence quick yet lacking the almost-harsh briskness of Manhattan. “It’s entirely my fault, and I’m going to get your bag back to you, but could you tell me where you’d like to pick it up?”

“Well, if you can’t tell, I’m kinda on the opposite coast to you now, buddy. Elite Models, New York, New York. We’re on 5th Avenue.” He doesn’t seem at all fazed by her slightly snotty tone, which takes the wind out of her sails, just a little. “Look, pal, if you want to send off my bag to New York, that’d be great. I can do the same with yours. UCLA, right? At least it’s summertime. Hopefully school’s out for you. Shitty time for me to lose my bag because summer’s prime time for campaigns, but it’s not like my stuff can just magically appear overnight.” All around her, people are rising up from their seats, and Raven scowls at nothing in particular. “I gotta get off the plane. Look, since you clearly got my number from my card, you can get the address, too. I’ll get your bag back to you as soon as I can.” 

She hangs up, and seethes from the gate all the way to the taxi stand and then all the way to her apartment, before kicking off the heels and unapologetically ordering pizza delivery, to be consumed with wine while soaking in the tub. After the day she’d had, it was the least she deserved.

**

Raven arrives at the agency at eight o’clock sharp the next morning, with the briefcase-that-is-not-hers in one hand, a giant to-go cup of coffee in the other, and spends the first hour of her day making a phone call to the reps at Michael Kors to explain her bag mishap and reschedule the dinner meeting. Thankfully, Morgan Austen’s name is enough to negate any wrath which might have been incurred at the inconvenience, and, crisis averted, she’s just about ready to schedule a conference call-- with a talent scout out in BFE, Cornfields, Small-town USA somewhere-or-another-- when her assistant Phoebe knocks on the door. The diminuitive brunette has a peculiar look in her beady eyes.

“Someone’s here to see you. No appointment. Great face but I doubt he’s a model, unless he’s doing some sort of ad for Geek Chic. Says his name is Jude. Do you know a Jude? I didn’t think you knew a Jude, though this guy’s sort of got the hot younger Jude Law thing going on so...”

Raven’s eyebrows shoot up to her hairline. She’s only made the acquaintance of one individual by that name, and certainly Phoebe is wrong. There is no freaking way that the man from the airport in Los Angeles was actually in New York at this very second. She waves in a vague manner at Phoebe, who takes it as assent to let him in, and then her jaw drops. It’s the man from the airport, all right. Still wearing his tweed jacket and his horn-rimmed glasses, but now sporting dark-blond five-o’clock shadow like gold dust smudged against his chiseled jaw and deep shadows under those blue eyes. But his lips quirk into a smile when he sees her, and he holds out her bag, like an olive branch.

“You asked for it to be overnighted, didn’t you? I took the red-eye over.”

“But--- but---why?” Flying a red-eye from coast to coast is the worst, and doing so on standby just seemed like her own idea of Hell on Earth. “You could’ve just dropped it off at a FedEx. I...” She had barely been civil to him on the phone, and definitely was on the wrong side of rude when they’d bumped into each other at the airport. Under no circumstance could Raven see a reason for a man-- especially one who looked as though he had a job and a life well on the other side of the country-- to drop everything just to bring her her bag back in person. 

But rather than give her a hard time, the man named Jude smiles, and it’s a great smile, with a dimple in both cheeks and in the chin. Geek chic indeed... “Well, I need those lab reports back, too. Summer class. I have a commitment to my students to get it back to them by Friday, and they’re kind of time consuming to grade. Call it an impulse, I guess.” He’s still holding out her bag, and this time she takes it, and belatedly hands him his own. “Anyway, let’s start over again. My name is Jude Huntley, and I’m an assistant professor at UCLA’s Chemistry department.”

“Raven Fletcher. I’m an agent here at Elite Models. Nice to meet you.” Two almost-identical bags switch hands, just before his fingers close around hers, and the touch is warm and sharp with the brush of static electricity. Raven’s fairly sure that her spine is, metaphorically speaking, stainless steel. And yet a shiver works its way up and down as he holds on for just a moment too long, and a decidedly unfamiliar warmth creeps up into her cheeks as he smiles at her again. 

“The pleasure is definitely all mine.”

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In the previous blog I already wrote about how excited I was when I figured out that there was a Limited Edition Play! by Sephora box coming out while I was staying in the United States (meaning that I would be able to get my hands on it).

The first Limited Edition Play! box consisted really great products and everyone was over the moon about it. The second one was still a good deal but not as spectacular as the first one. I couldn’t wait to learn when the third edition would come out.

And there it was! The Play! by Sephora The Beauty Remedy Edition. In my opinion this was the best so far because there were two editions (so you could either choose your favorite or just go for both) and it came in a super cute and useful case with zipper.

A monthly Play! by Sephora box will cost you $10. The Beauty Remedy Edition is $20 dollars and the extra 10 bucks is so worth it! I will break down why shortly, so stay tuned!

Just like the monthly box you get six trial sized products but where the monthly one counts the sixth product as ‘bonus’ (because it’s a perfume sample or a sample sachet), in this box product six is also a ‘normal’ trial sized product. The biggest difference between the monthly box and this Limited Edition is the The Beauty Remedy Edition is all about luxury brands (hence the extra 10 bucks) where the monthly one has ‘normal’ brands.

Anyway, here are the beautiful products!

La Mer Moisturizing Soft Creme

SK-II RNA Eye Cream

Tatcha Silk Cream

Atelier Cologne in Santal Carmin Giorgio

Armani lipstick in Ecstacy Shine 400

Givenchy Le Rouge Perfect Pink lip balm

I knowwww right, what an awesome bunch of brands!

The Givenchy lip balm is missing on the first picture because I gave it to a friend in the USA who was over the moon about how beautiful it was and since the Dior Lip Glow I’ve got (review in Dutch) basically is the same with the lip balm and shine, I figured she would be more happy with it than me :).

Before this box, I never tried anything from La Mer before (also not the eye cream from this previous post, I got this box earlier). I just heard about the brand as a prestige brand and whenever I saw the prizes, I knew it would not be a brand I would be trying out anytime soon. So of course having a trial product in the box made me ever more excited. A full size of this cream would cost you $170 for 30 ml. This container has 7 ml product what means it would cost almost $42! So with only this product, you would already have worth for your money. Sephora claimed that the value of all the products together is $140. Damn! 🙂

Instead of the poster/booklet the monthly boxes have, this Play! box contains a package with product cards, like it’s an medical subscription.

Besides the fact that I love to try out the brands that are featured in this LE Play! box and that the bag/box is really nice to keep and use, I think the Play! by Sephora the Beauty Remedy Edition is totally worth it! Unfortunately this edition was sold out really fast but I am sure Sephora will launch another one in one or two months :). Besides, you can now get your hands on previous editions of the monthly Play! by Sephora boxes!  

Play! by Sephora The Beauty Remedy Edition In the previous blog I already wrote about how excited I was when I figured out that there was a Limited Edition Play!