|No, I do not have a brother, that is my sister with a rather unfortunate hair cut.|
One of the very important rites of passage for any good Catholic girl is the sacrament of First Communion. I prepped for weeks with my small group. We studied the bible, practiced the rituals, went to confession for the first time and memorized our prayers.
But like any girl, I was totally obsessed with my dress. My mother and her sister, my namesake, Kristi, both wore the dress. It was so beautiful with a Peter Pan collar, lace trim and embroidered shamrocks scattered throughout the skirt. I loved it. Accessorizing the dress was almost as much fun. I picked out white ballet flats, gloves and a veil. Because I am a girl and how many times in your life can your life can you dress like a mini mail-order Russian bride?
And did I mention, I wore a corsage of fake flowers?