Dress for the tiny bride. Story of my happiness

Little girls are inclined to dream of the prince. I cannot tell that it was peculiar to me. Though, probably, and in my dreams was to visit sometime that magic fairy tale where the charming prince with blue eyes will take you by hand and will marry. Even the wreath not the most important, would be It.

I managed to visit several weddings of the girlfriends and as you already, probably, remembered, as the witness too. And only then I could face a little efforts which accompany each couple which decided to connect the life. Preparations for a wedding last not one week and even not month. Everything, for the sake of one beautiful, full of emotions and events, day. The groom and the bride under the fixed review of cameras, cameras and guests. Pleasant meetings, flowers, flowers, congratulations and white dress! And it practically always such color — purity, ease and openness of the bride and solemnity, beauty of the holiday.

As everything remarkably turned out! Everything what the little girl of my years can dream of. Yes, I did not dream consciously, but I wanted worthy family, the husband, children too. I was not concerned by a question of a living space and the car, with it my friends sometimes sinned. Perhaps therefore, the destiny presented to me such husband about whom it did not sweep away even to dream as it always saw in itself a set of defects.

Our first meetings were such trembling and gentle that at reminiscence teardrops are rolled. I try to carry by this tenderness through our family life as soon as it is possible. But we speak about a wedding! And here, we go to my parents and what for? I learned it only in the car. Though, of course, guessed, but it was not sure precisely. Offer! It "is lucky" to my parent the offer for me! I did not need words any more. Meanwhile preparation for a meeting of future spouse in mine the house was conducted at full scale. Probably, the mother's intuition was more skilled than mine.

Oh, girls, I remember and I do not trust. Five years ago it happened. Five years! Everything occurred on the eve of my birthday, and it at me just in December. And as she is grateful to the favourite svekrovushka! It insisted it on the fastest decision of the son to take me in the wife. And so, we could meet still the whole eternity, well you understand me what men presently not fussy in such affairs.
it was peculiar to me. Though, probably, and in my dreams was to visit sometime that magic fairy tale where the charming prince with blue eyes will take you by hand and will marry. Even the wreath not the most important, would be It.

The wedding was appointed to January 21. There were about two months! Nothing is ready! I thought of modest with minimum guests a celebration. The husband with me was solidary. But parents, and it opinions means to us much, parents wished to the children of an unforgettable holiday.

The statement in the REGISTRY OFFICE in our city move exactly in a month. We went several times, but the answer was same: Not earlier, than in a month! At what the benevolent employee "counted" to us not that date when we had to come, having been mistaken nearly for 2 weeks. It is good that through our disorders all of us dealt with it and arrived on time. Date was appointed.

Dress white — it is not discussed. But I was already not strongly subject to superstitions therefore I at distance supervised the husband about the choice. Mother helped me and accompanied in all salons of the city. My small size did not tighten even the hardest corset. A dress in the Greek style as at the girlfriend Natasha, very much captivated me. But later I decided that for the lack of the corresponding forms, I need something more magnificent, but without curtains that sometimes come across in designs.

And here in one of the last salons that dress from white brocade was offered to me. Anything superfluous, any roses, flowers and collars to a neck. What emphasized femininity and tender feelings of the darling. I fell in love with him and was already sure: I will look in him as in the fairy tale. But one detail was superfluous rather color. On a dress was black and, it is not a slip! Black belt! It was tied in the fine bow decorating a loop.

As well as in any worthy salon, me suggested to take in a dress (it nevertheless was rather big) and to remake a bow on any color. Eyes of my sky blue promised therefore I decided that the belt will be blue, especially it is such interesting detail to a dress without additional patterns. The husband was not against. Weddings in such style are popular still, and I do not see in it violation of any traditions. To my belt the tie was picked successfully up by the husband.

The veil and lacy cape were also picked up in that salon. As it is pleasant to me that in one place it is possible to pick up everything and at once, without running on various shops with goods in a hand. For a dress we gave my savings in 2 last years (grants, side jobs). To me was this fact because other expenditure laid down on brittle shoulders of mother, well and future husband, of course is pleasant. I invite you to my wedding: