Wedding Blog

Despite comparison shopping for just about every single item displayed, distributed and donned at our wedding, I inexplicably could not care less about my veil. As long as it covered my face and was tulle-like, it was a-okay with moi. Also, I did not want to pay $$$ for something I thought I could make so I put my money where my mouth is and commissioned the seamstress of the family, my papa. That is right, the same papa who taught me to knit.

This crack ho I know conveniently compiled a comprehensive veil bible that included a link to step-by-step instructions for making your own veil. I sent my mother out for tulle and through some random hook-up, she spent $2 and came back with like 10 yards. She also bought a plain plastic white comb for 99cents. I didn’t even ask. It’s just not wise to know too much about back alley tulle deals, especially when I needed to be able to leave the country soon to go on my honeymoon.

My dad used our handily long oval dining room table as a template and cut the tulle into shape. Then he sewed the comb on as directed by the instructions and voila a spiffy little veil for his little princess. Yay for nimble finger papas!

Me looking really excited to see Mr. Spider for the first time that day and him lifting the veil with his lady fingers.

Me looking super sad when my dad did it later for the ceremony. It meant so much that he was lifting the very veil he made for me. I totally forgave him for not building the sedan I had requested earlier.