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Spaghetti Strap Dresses

I was going through old pictures and showing Sammy some of the atrocious outfits that I put together as a kid. There were some pretty bad ones. Then we stumbled across this picture, and I told Sammy that this is one of my favorite outfits.
I loved that red dress so much, especially paired with the black shirt, and don't forget the ankle bracelet! 
(This was my aunt Kristen's wedding, one of the best that I've been to. I spent the whole night hanging out with my cousin eating the mints my grandma made. I was so excited when she made them for my wedding, although I didn't eat thirty of them because I was a little busy.)

When Sammy saw this picture, and other pictures of me wearing this outfit though, he went on a rant. It was pretty hilarious, and went a little like this
"I HATE when people wear that! Either wear the spaghetti strap dress or don't. Don't do this half thing where you try to make it work. It looks horrible. There are lots of beautiful dresses out there with sleeves, just wear one of those instead of this crap. It's silly. It's like the Utah mom uniform. Actually, I read a whole article about how that's the Utah mom uniform. It was like 'It's almost summer, here come the women wearing tank tops over t-shirts.' Either wear the tank top by itself, or don't. 
Oh, they're not modest, so you can't wear them. Just get a pretty dress with sleeves instead."

I then argued with him saying that I didn't care, that I would wear that style anyways because I still like it and feel pretty in it. To which he said that he wouldn't kiss me all day if I was wearing that. He then kept repeating that above points and I just laughed and laughed, because it's so funny to see him get so passionate about something. 

So, sorry Sammy. I heard your rant, and your points, but if I find a cute spaghetti strap summer dress like this, I am going to wear it over a t-shirt. And then I'll tackle you so you have to kiss me :) 

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