In the beginning, I had no intention of wearing a veil. My sister didn’t wear a veil at her wedding; therefore, I didn’t need to wear a veil. Much to Mama Tartlet’s chagrin, that about summed up my fool-proof logic. That is, until I went dress shopping and the bridal consultant slyly tucked that magical piece of fabric in my hair. I did a complete 180 and went from giving veils a cursory glance to drooling over the options. And, oh! To have photos like these:
This shot from BM Laura’s wedding sets my heart aflutter (isn’t she gorgeous?)
If I thought choosing a dress was difficult, the sheer number of veil options makes my head spin. I’m totally enamored with the vintage glamour of birdcage veils:
I’m fond of mantilla veils because of my affection for lace. They’re stunning and dramatic, but because my dress is all-over lace, I fear overdoing it.
Let’s not forget the petite veils! I also like the shorter, simple-but-sweet style with a bit of volume:
Which corner are you in, girls? Veil, or no veil? And, if you are wearing one, how on earth did you decide on a style that complements your gown?