No, seriously.

I ordered my wedding dress on Saturday. Big item off the to-do list of DOOOM. So that's a relief.

The woman asked if I wanted to try a veil. I am always willing to try them, although I lean a little away from them at least in idea because of the nature of the history of what they stand for. Also, I have lain with a man, so there's that.

I can't deny that they make me look like a Capital-B-Bride, though. The effect is instant and amazing and makes me catch my breath. Which is kind of the point of not telling my sweet man anything about the dress - I make my grand entrance, and the awesome hotness of my beauty gallops forth to slaughter his heart, and he's mine FOR EV AR.

But the thing cost $195. For something I would wear for a half an hour, that I'm not totally committed to wearing. At that price, I would feel really badly if I changed my mind.

Then I contacted the sweet and wonderful Princess Aurora and told her of my woes. And she gave me, as she is wont to do, awesome advice and concrete help. I am so so glad she is going first! The website she gave me had the same veil - plain tulle with a ribbon edging - for a much cheaper price.

How much cheaper, you ask? Can you guess?

IT IS SEVEN DOLLARS. SEVEN. SEVEN OF THEM. SEVEN DOLLAR BILLS. TWENTY-EIGHT QUARTERS.

My mind, she boggles. I know there's the whole wedding industry, and all of that, but COME ON.

I am amazed.