Place Juarez, Chihuahua. Year 1975 and my wedding day approaching.

My mother-in-law to be casually asks me if I am going to wear white for my wedding.

My response:  No, it’s actually off-white.

Mother-in-law to be, slightly shocked, says “with a veil and crown?”

And I say :  No.  I am actually wearing a turban.

This is what I chose, why I was never a top fashion victim but in retrospect a simple dress with an 8-ft tail  this was pretty out there for that palce and time.  <u bouquet: violets and my granddaughter is named Violeta!