I love real RMW bride Naomi. For one she is hilarious. For two she says it and does it exactly how she pleases. Absolutely no BS.
Leaving everyone you know and everything you own to jet off around the world with nothing but a back-back straight after W-day? that takes some serious balls people. And that’s what Naomi and Gavin did. Currently in Australia (I have spoken to Naomi on Skype – she is one glowy, sunshine-filled type newly wed) they seem to be having a whale of a time, and so they should. What better way to spend the first year of marriage than with each other on a brand new adventure?
Just like the rest of Naomi’s no-holds-barred big day planning account this wedding report tells you what the day was actually like, as in the feelings and emotions – the excitement and the euphoria. As a result there are not many references to the specific details but frankly…. we couldn’t care less. There really are no hard and fast rules when it comes to how our real brides want to share their experience.
Here is what Adam had to say to Madam N: Honestly, it is hands down the best report I have read. It is so well structured, so full of emotion and it paints the day perfectly with words – I am glad I read it before looking through the images. You are an actual writer, rather than a reporter. As I was half way through part 3 I realised I had my left hand spread and pressed against my chest like some kind or proud old lady!
Naomi Liddel… we salute you.
It’s Monday afternoon folks and we suggest you get yourself a cuppa, maybe even some tissues, sit back and enjoy the story.
All of the lovely images are courtesy of Duke Studio’s.
Well here I am. Mrs L. L-dog. Mizzle Lizzle. Special Agent L. Ok enough!
I’m married!! It’s official. And to be honest it’s been official for a while! Almost 5 months now. And what a 5 months! Geez it’s been nuts. All kinds’a crazy good nuts. But we’ll start at the start shall we?
Saturday 21th May. T minus 6 days. Ash Cloud. Dun dun DUUUN! I jest now, but I was actually physically sick with worry. All of my family and the majority of my friends were flying to my wedding from all over. I had cold sweats, tears, nightmares and palpitations all whilst having to go through the usual week before stress of picking things up, confirming appointments, finishing favours etc. I just couldn’t believe this was happening. All my hard work and my family might not make my own wedding?! I was lost. But the most wonderful thing happened. All our family and friends rallied round, sending texts, provisionally booking boats, checking the met office, assuring me that if they had to swim the Irish Sea, they would be there. And they were. Every single one of them.
It was a dawning for me. I realised that not one of the things I had spent the last 18 months stressing about mattered. All the decisions and details… I honestly didn’t care anymore. All I wanted were my friends and family, and I got them.
I went from detail lunatic to “OH-MY-GOD-I’M-SO-HAPPY-TO-SEE-YOU” lunatic overnight and it felt amazing! On the Wednesday before the wedding, I sacked everything and took my Mum out for a birthday lunch. Along with my sister and The Chief we had tea, sandwiches and cupcakes. It was bliss.
The day before. What a blur! I remember saying goodbye to Gavin in a not so romantic way, brief kissing outside the car while my Dad yelled “There’ll be plenty of time for that tomorrow!”. I remember buzzing around in the car with my Dad, picking up the cake and dropping all of the decorations at the venue. I remember feeling very relieved that Carolyn at The Caves was so on top of things. I also remembered singing along to U2 songs with my Dad. I felt at ease. I was to spend the night before at my Auntie Geraldine’s house, so my Dad dropped me off along with my Mum and my bridesmaids.
We ate Chinese, Becks secretly repainted my nails (to patch up the manicure I managed to bugger up which my Mum had paid for…shhh!), we watched TV and chilled out. Then my Auntie told me she had something for me. Everyone rallied round with cameras so I knew the bitches were up to something! She made me close my eyes as she guided me into her bedroom (the room my Mum and I were staying that night). I opened them to find that she had completely transformed the place!! She had 12 red roses and 12 white roses in crystal vases, banners, balloons, a Yankee Wedding Day candle filling the room with beautiful fresh floral scent, hanging candle holders and brand new silk bed sheets. I couldn’t believe the thought she’d put into it! I burst into tears only to have her say, “Wait… there’s more”.
She handed me two presents. One big, one small, both square-ish and wrapped in brown paper. Both from Gavin. I bounced on the bed with excitement and shock! I ripped open the big one to find a painting. A painting I had pointed out in a gallery a year before. I fell head over heels in love with this beautiful seascape, but we couldn’t afford it with the wedding and the trip! The bastard bought it! I was in shock. How had he done it? How did I not know? Nothing could top this… ever!
After much persuading to look away from the painting, I tore open the smaller one. And to this day I cannot believe what I’m about to say. He wrote me a book. An actual real life little book, all properly bound and everything. It was a book documenting the 3 years we had spent together, all mixed up, all gorgeous and from the heart. He wrote about the first time he met me, the first time he kissed me, laughs we had and the things that tried us. And he put it all in the book.
That night I went to sleep reading about us, all those tiny little happenings that brought us to this point. I knew the future lay like a road ahead of us and that I was luckiest woman in the world as I read the last line…
“See you at the bay window at 2 o’clock. xo”
I woke up and my Mum was awake. She told me that she had lay and looked at me all morning thinking that she couldn’t believe her baby girl was getting married today. TODAY!! The cloudy, sleepy penny dropped! I leapt up! Bolted out of the room to find my Auntie in the kitchen cooking bacon sandwiches. The smell filled the house and I bounced around like a mental with the biggest smile pasted on my face! I dived on top of all of the girls, screaming that To.Day was my Wedding Day!!!!
I thought I would be too nervous to eat, but I was feckin marvin’!! I scoffed a whole massive bacon bap and downed a cup of tea. We then set about gathering up all the odds and ends. Whilst we were doing this, Mum & Auntie Geraldine come out with flutes of bucks fizz. My Dad soon arrived in his car to take me to the venue. We were all getting ready at the venue you see. The girls had one floor and the boys had another so Gavin and I wouldn’t cross paths. It was all so bloody exciting!
The car ride to the venue with my Dad was one of the best bits of my day. I was drinking Champagne, we were singing along to the radio and talking about the day ahead. He was in such a great mood and I was in utter disbelief that the day had finally come. After we loaded everything from the car into the bedrooms I ran straight down to where the ceremony would be held. I had to catch my breath. The next time I saw my Gavin it would be at that bay window. And he would be promising to be my husband.
Just then the girls arrived and we giggled and hugged our way upstairs to the rooms where project ‘turn-everybody-spectacular’ would commence. We had no hair or make-up artists so the rooms became an array of straighteners, curlers, shoes, clothes, makeup and more. I had to escape.
I went to the farthest room on the floor and claimed the bathroom for myself. I lit candles, lined up my products, put the towels on the heaters and turned on the shower. Bliss. Then I hear a tap at the door. It’s my Mum, “Your Groom’s arrived!” she sings. I felt like my heart jumped out the window, did a lap of the grounds and jumped back into my chest, it was beating so hard.
I rejoined the chaos to start my hair and makeup. The rollers went into the hair and I stopped, looked around me and saw all my favourite girls buzzing about, doing their thing. There was Champagne flowing and my Dad had made an iPod playlist that was rocking my socks off. It had everything from Elbow to Pearl Jam and I couldn’t have been happier.
Then I started my makeup. I looked at myself in the mirror and froze. “I can’t do this” I thought, I looked at the light, it was so strong, I didn’t know how much to put on. I panicked. Luckily our friend Charlotte had arrived at this stage (early, as her partner Johnny was playing the music at the ceremony) she came running to the rescue and as a self confessed make up addict who has had hers professionally done on more than one occasion, I was saved. I just sat back and relaxed again. Poor soul then got roped into applying fake eyelashes to the maids, playing messenger between us and the boys and generally being run ragged. But she did it all with a smile & I’m eternally grateful.
Eventually time comes to get me into my dress and down that spiral staircase (in 46 inch sparkly heels? I think not!) That’s when the nerves set in. My knee’s went to jelly and I was praying that it couldn’t be seen amongst the gorgeous-floaty-silky fabric that was my sexy little Old Hollywood vs Helen of Troy -esque gown. I had to take a min to breathe. Everyone had left and it was just me and my Dad again. He told me to take my time and that it didn’t matter if I was late. I was the bride. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to us, Gavin’s father was at the front tapping the watch on his wrist, to which they all start laughing. “Oh my Holy good God, I’m the bride!” I thought.
Yes Naomi you were indeed the bride. A beautiful smiley knock-em-dead Rock My Wedding bride.
Can’t wait for part 2.
Big Naomi Love