I can't write this post. I can't! But since 90% of the curiosity about a wedding is "What was the bride like?". White, usually. Just to say. Weeeell, well, well, let's see. White, I was in white. It was not about tradition or else, but because this way I could be easier to spot in the crowd... and also because I look good in white (I look less pale, more rosy). I wanted to sew my own dress. I would have liked to. Last year's january I already had the pattern. By Michael Kors. Gorgeous, asymmetric, sleek, simple and chic, a nightgown, flowy with no restrictions. But you've already spotted the past tense in my verbs (and the pictures, but let's play "make pretend"). I'll need a flashback to explain better, ready? Sci-fi movie graphic, flash of light, let's get back around Christmas when, once we were done with hugs and kisses and questions, aunt Clara tells me "Look, I don' care, do and pick whatever you want, but you have to take me at least once to see wedding gowns, I love them!".