@Coloma Thanks for understanding.
MIL was, and still is, morbidly obese. I was, and still am, tall and slender. I think I just made MIL feel awkward and self-conscious.
A couple of weeks before our wedding, Paul’s parents hosted a pre-marriage religious event followed by a buffet lunch. Because the day was important to Paul, I’d gone shopping and carefully selected new clothes for the occasion. I’d bought a really nice skirt-suit in Paul’s favorite colors. I fussed over the right shoes, pocketbook, and jewelry. The outfit was great, and Paul was delighted with how I looked.
When MIL saw me, she immediately said, “Don’t you have anything white to wear around your neck? You need a white scarf or a white necklace. Blah, blah, blah…white.” At that point, I’d had enough. I told her that I’d made great efforts and put lots of thought into my outfit, and that I refused to let her ruin it for me. I told her to keep her ugly comments to herself and not say another word. She shut her trap but, of course, I was the evil one who’d been nasty and out of line.