Nope, didn't want to wear it. It's not that it was that ugly, it's just that there's really only one day you have an excuse to go buy a really expensive white dress that you really love, and I didn't get that experience. In the end I made my Mom happy and I decided that that was more important than picking my own dress, but I'm secretly still bummed about it. It's ironic though, since she's still annoyed at her mother (30 years later) for picking ugly bouquets she didn't like and making her get them because they were "colonial style" (my Nana was the national president of the DAR).
She wants me to give my daughter the middle name Anne, assuming I have one, because that's her middle name (after some Swedish woman that was friends with my Nana) and my middle name, but I've started hinting no dice with that. I figure I wore the dress and it wasn't a big deal, but I'm not giving my kid a name I don't like just to make her happy. You have to draw a line somewhere, you know?
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