I’m not vanished into nothingness! I neither have been completely absorbed -sadly- by my new aunt-y-hood… aunt-y-ness… by being a newly-aunt basically, I’ve just been busy with “back at home” stuff. Anyway, we’re at it, we’re almost at the infamous…
My big fat italian-spanish wedding 10: Tour-operator Dad
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 italian-spanish wedding 7: Guess who?
Take a ten year old girl, give her a phone with windows (sigh…), tell her to snap pictures of a dressup evening, let her do so while wearing sky-high wedges (which she says she rocks… well, if you mean rock…