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Begin preparations for the big day and we are excited @ s waiting to get in tune with what the party special. Not long in coming. The hairdressers and makeup artists have arrived. Dresses are presented with flowers, almost as an army of uniformed beauty, and armed with briefcases with wheels where they gather the tools that will trigger the melody on the bride and her friends. Soon the idea is that the bride is first. So, the other will go next. The room becomes a noisy swarm between dryers and busy women's voices have synchronized their clocks so that nothing goes wrong. Agnes looked around us. Feels out of its habitat, yet so many people she is overwhelming. I know. Now it's up to us as a specialized military maneuvers start to give our friend an tila and winking sign of complicity. Then bursts the mother of the bride. Chewing the tragedy. The computer bezel, warned, be still and hear only the sound that comes from the small appliances that emit hot air brush over the eyebrows and round brush that strokes our hair. But no, not a face or gesture seriously. Agnes's mother smiles and launches an air kiss to his daughter, depositing a pretty little box in front of their eyes and leaving the suite visibly moved. My friend notes that he left his mother and the tears come without warning. Inés tears . . . of joy. Smiles while releasing the gift . . . . We will continue to report it appears Lelele Atelier dressmaker friend of my mother who has created and developed the dress of the bride and that wastes energy, friendliness and good work at every step and calls me for something special. We will continue to report, as at last day of the wedding of one of my best friends has arrived and no internet at the cabin, but not for long kisses and hugs . . . . MDA, I'm glad you liked Madrid I hope you come back as there are plenty of options for leisure and shopping . . With money can be heaven hehe. I was born on May 16 over 30 years in Madrid. I attended the change of black and white television to color and the death of "Chanquete. " He played tirelessly with super blonde fashion dolls to which I myself tailored outfits impossible but I've enjoyed as anyone trying skateboards, bikes and other aparatejos that "my colleagues in the neighborhood drew a walk in seasons. When I came running when I studied law in the work of an advisory Editorial Fashion. From the shadow write a column called "High Tide" in the magazine I work for. My lifelong friends with me and join the new ones that arise as you go. My heart is confused (for now). In this space, tell my experiences, experiences and feelings. Welcome to my world and my book blog. If you look out for the first time, reads starting from the oldest post. Relax and enjoy.
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