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| 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?
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