When I first seen this dress in the window of a tiny thrift shop I knew it had to be mine. I thought to myself this could be my wedding dress, its perfect! after l purchased it I thought who would I marry and would the dress be as perfect as I visioned? Would he be as perfect as the dress? Would it last forever? Would he even love me enough to propose? Would I love him enough to say yes so that I could plan the wedding to wear this perfect dress? By now,  if you've been following my diary or instafeed for the past two years you would have known my obsession with things with a history. I love vintage clothing, furniture, music, people. If it has a past I want to know all about it. To wear this gown and frolic across the grass, is my idea of a peaceful day. Have you ever stopped and listened to the universe speak to you?