"We don't want you to embarrass us"

 Ron's family was very proud.  They also had a tradition, I think, like many poor Catholic families, of a lavish formal wedding.  

When Ron's nephew got married it was a very big deal.  And the women in the family were quite concerned Ron and I would "embarrass the family" at the wedding, with our attire, so they wanted to play fashion police 

Ron and I got him a nice, basic, black suit for about $100 from "Suits U" 😜.  His brother picked out the accessories in a separate shopping trip, and even he couldn't fault my taste in what I selected for Ron.  

The ladies, my two sisters in law, who earned themselves a permanent spot on the prayer list, decided to take me shopping.  Now, in their defense I was one of those women who thought I could fit in smaller clothes than I could.  I think they were worried about it.  

I ended up spending way more than I wanted at some boutique for a long, formal gown in plum with lace accents.  We did butt heads over shoes and I ended up spending $100 on a pair of strappy high heels stuffed in tiny crystals, very pretty but excruciating to wear.  I had wanted some kind of flat.

The punchline: a very formal wedding in a Catholic cathedral.  Ron's brother showed up in a three piece white "pimp Daddy" suit that had the bride and groom LIVID.  

So much for the fashion police!  That's one reason I didn't invite him my wedding.  I was afraid he had that thing in storage!