When Meg first emailed to ask if I’d participate in an indie wedding headgear roundup, my response was “wheeeeeeeee!” and “I get to go a little bonkers?” Visions of insane tulle and enormous koosh ball flowers danced in my head. But only 6 foot + models can pull that sh*t off. And in the end photos of models leave me cold.
My very favorite headpieces turn out to be the ones the brides made themselves.
Last was me. But I made Meg take down the polaroid because H-town told me I had angered the wedding fairies. How could I argue with that?
I didn’t make my headpiece myself anyway. My badass stylist/photographer did. (I told you I was better at delegating than DIY’ing.) Anyhoo, it was made out of porcupine quills and dried leaves we found at a florist’s supply shop. Yes, I poked a few people, but no one was seriously injured. And it went so well with the earrings.