Where's Your Veil?

When Bridesmaid Carrie got married a few years ago my Grandmother was unable to attend the wedding. Much of the event was outdoors and with all the uneven surfaces, it just wasn't ideal for my often unsteady Granny. However, she wanted to catch a glimpse of Carrie and me all dressed up before heading to the church, so she swung by Carrie's house before we departed and got the chance to oogle over how beautiful we looked. She wished Carrie well and sent us off with lipstick kisses on our cheeks. Then, just as she was pulling away, she rolled down her car window and yelled to Carrie (in her Rhode Island accent), "Where's your veil?"

Oh, Granny, subtlety isn't your strong suit. Carrie sweetly explained that not all brides wear veils these days.

This has become a classic Grandma wedding story. Every now and then we just randomly yell, "Where's your veil?" in a loud Rhode Island accent when referring to Carrie's wedding. Maybe you had to be there. Anywhoo...

I will be wearing Mama Seashell's veil on my wedding day.

Unfortuantely, after 35 years in storage it's looking a little rough.

When I was in Providence a few months ago I tried to help it out a bit. Poor thing.

After patiently running through the layers with my hair straightner on the lowest setting, it seemed to come to life quite a bit.

I love the idea of wearing this meaningful piece as I say "I do" to Mr. Seashell. I also plan to make it a little bit my own. Instead of keeping the wreath on top I'm going to attach the toulle to a clip like the one below. In fact, I should probably order the exact clip below, seeing as time is a-tickin'.

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I'm eager to see how it turns out! Are you restoring any family heirlooms?