So far I’ve been writing a lot about the women in my family, mostly my mom, about what a nutcracker I am when it comes to dressing up and a little bit too about my brother, as it happens it’s…
My big fat italian-spanish wedding 9: the Do It Yourself (Myself)
“Cri, you’re good at sewing and such, wouldn’t you like to make us our wedding favors?” This sentence right here, it haunts me, even though it’s been months. Brother, dearest brother, one and only human being on this earth that…
My big fat italian-spanish wedding 8: the wedding favors
Welcome to a brand new chapter of my BFISW Ready to face a new horror? The wedding favor. That one. We call it “bomboniera” in italian, it literally means “something that carries sweets (bonbons)”, the sweets in question are sugar…
My big fat spanish-italian wedding 6: dress hunting (part 4 of 4)
Part four of four: The Family Women Holy Tribunal Did you think that was it? Did you think you could be done with such a simple happy ending? Of course we’re not done here! Because creative writing courses, at this point,…
My big fat spanish-italian wedding 5: dress hunting (part 3 of 4)
Part three of four: The Plastic Bag Issue So, where were we? Oh, yes, “Purple is ok here in Spain” What do you think we did? What would have you done after such a sentence? Exaclty, that’s right, I see…