In its heyday, my wedding dress had only an hour or so of glory before it was laid to rest deep in a cavernous closet to be smothered by luggage and old gift bags. I dreamed of giving it another moment. Of parading around the living room to milk a tad more value out of my matrimonial threads.
Today was that day.
Sajan kindly followed me around the house with a camera in hand.
But one can go without oxygen for only so long. Time to let the lungs breathe again.