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Things I Love: Casetagram iPhone Cover

Thanks to my amazing friend Simon I discovered the Casetagram website! By linking up with your instagram account you can create a custom iPhone case featuring your very own photos!

There are four different layout options to choose from and the delivery is super quick! Mine just arrived today and features my family, friends, our puppies, my tattoo, some of my favourite places and of course food!

The quality of the cover is pretty good although the edges where the pictures meet the sides of the case are a little rough. I imagine the quality will only get better the more they make. The case has a lovely matte finish and the photos themselves are of the quality you would expect from instagram pics taken on the iPhone.

I think I will probably order another one in 6 to 12 months because I will have taken heaps more pics by then!! 





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  1. Anonymous17 November 2011 at 14:22

    Wouldn't the quality get worse the more they make? Molds for these kind of things only last so long before they have to be rebuilt from scratch!

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  2. tif17 November 2011 at 14:35

    I think that as they make more they will learn how to iron out any kinks, it doesn't seem like a big company.

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  3. Anonymous17 November 2011 at 14:50

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xECUrlnXCqk

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