Naomi was one of the real RMW brides to take part in our first styled shoot back in January. For her contact sheets (if you’ve never seen them then you can have a peeky HERE) she suggested that swiping a bright crimson lipstick straight across her perfectly porcelain face with the back of her hand would make an awesome shot…. A girl after my own heart. And that pic of Madam Liddel and her pink streak not only remains one of my favourite images of all time to feature on Rock My Wedding but it also gave me an inkling to the level of coolness she and Gavin were going to bring to W-day….
For starters Gavin and Naomi held their reception in a cave. Yes. An actual CAVE. Naomi also decided to transform into what can only be described as the hottest. bridal. bus. driver. ever. And she donned a sexy leather jacket.
Yup that’s right. Biker chic is not restricted to just inspiration shoots people.
Oh and if you are ever stuck for ideas for your couples portraits…. get on your bridal suite bed with your man, cover it in rose petals…. and jump around.
I looked over at Johnny and as he gave me the most reassuring wink, he began to play a beautiful piece of music that he had put together especially for us. Johnny is one of Gavin’s best friends and a supremely talented musician, so it was a natural choice to ask him to play me down the aisle. My Dad tightened his grip on my arm and we walked.
I remember worrying about that walk in the lead up to the wedding. I’ll tell you now. I can’t remember it. I just saw my Gavin standing looking all nervous and I knew he’d have sweaty palms and be shaking, but he had the biggest most gorgeous smile across his beautiful big man face. When I reached him, we stood like two awkward teenagers at a school disco. It was the weirdest experience. All I wanted to do was say “How you doin’ baby? Did you have a good night with the boys?” but instead we just smiled and looked at each other. It was so unnatural. So I did the only thing I could think of doing and I grabbed his hand. That was it, I physically felt us both relax and turned my attention to the registrar.
The ceremony was just packed with emotion. It bubbles over and makes you laugh really inappropriately. And we did! On several occasions. Luckily we had picked some readings (one found on these polka dot pages) that distilled the air and allowed everyone to have a giggle and a cry. Gavin couldn’t get the ring onto my finger at which point I turned and said “talk amongst yourselves”. Then before I knew it, I was being asked to kiss my husband. Eh… Hells Yeah!! Massive kiss, cuddle, kiss, cuddle later and we were officially on a cloud called Nine and we wouldn’t come down for oh… about 5 months and counting.
Everything about our wedding day blurs from here on in. We talked, we did a lot of kissing, hugging, high fiving and cheers-ing (?). We were torn away from each other all day, I found myself talking to all of my loved ones, getting wrapped up in gorgeous little conversations and then glancing up to see my husband doing the same thing on the other side of the room. I longed for our eyes to meet on several occasions but I also wanted to just watch him go. Watch him be his own delightfully charming self whilst harboring a slightly selfish pride in knowing that I get the best of him and that he is all mine. The love and the joy was almost tangible, with everyone bursting full of compliments and well wishes.
A special delight was expressed about our buses, on several occasions… so I just HAD to have a go. Seriously, who’s going to tell the bride she can’t drive the bus? We joked about, had our pictures taken and basked in the gorgeous atmosphere until it was time to move onto the next venue. Gavin and I jaunted off first to check into our hotel (logistics!) but made the best out of it by trailing our photographer with us. No joke, when he arrived… we were actually jumping on the bed. It was not staged or false. That’s just how God damn good we felt!
After allowing sufficient time for guests to arrive at The Caves, and with me chomping at the bit to see the venue decorated, we made our way there. Here I will tell you that Gavin has a bit of Rock’n’Roll showmanship in him and decided that it would be a great idea for us to have an ‘entrance’. So the best man Graeme announced us in and out from the speakers blares Black Dog by Led Zepplin.
For those of you not familiar with this tune… listen to it! Beginning with the lyrics “Hey hey mama, see the way you move, gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove…” it then bursts into the coolest guitar riff ever! At that point, Gavin and I walked in. He high fived everyone on the way up to the top table and the place went nuts. True rock star moment.
The speeches were superb. I watch them over and over again on our DVD. The Chief did a spectacular job at having the guests in stitches with her natural infectiously beautiful way of telling a story and the Best Man followed with a killer. Then there was my Dad. His speech was phenomenal. So heartfelt, so proud, so absolutely him.
On the stag do my Dad found out that one of Gavin’s friends, after meeting me for the first time said “Your playing in the Champions League now lad.” He made that part of his speech and finished with “Well son, you’re now in the World Cup Final and you’ve just scored the winner.” He then gets Gavin up and puts a medal round his neck. It was awesome!
Music is a massive part of our lives and our relationship, so it felt perfect to have music playing in the background of the meal. One of the most spectacular parts of the day was when during the meal Hey Jude by The Beatles came on. Gavin walked around the front of the table and pulled us all up with him, which started a massive sing song! Everyone was up waving their arms and belting out “Na na na nananana Hey Jude!” It gives me shivers thinking about it and was just the most incredible moment, I danced with my little nephew Daniel in my arms and looked out over a sea of beautifully well known faces and knew that the night was just beginning.
There was dancing and singing, Champagne and Stella Artois, loved ones wrapped arms around each other to songs they requested in our invitations, women bribed flip flops off others with free drinks, my sister (who is an award winning dancer) did the entire Single Ladies dance on her own on stage, my brother fell into a barrel and my sparkly shoes did come off…
The day was so exhausting that at midnight I accidentally fell asleep in the toilets for 15 minutes. I stress not drunk, but tired. I rejoined the party with a new lease of life and fresh face of makeup. The place was absolutely jumping until 3am. I ended the reception on stage with my husband, no shoes, black feet, torn dress, covered in sweat, dancing like a mental to Arcade Fire. When it was time to go, there were many tears from dear friends and family as we parted ways for our endless honeymoon. And here I am, in Perth Australia with a husband I can’t keep my hands off and the memories to prove that I absolutely, completely and utterly Rocked My Wedding.
I think at the end of this report I clapped. Yep. There was Adam, hand across his chest like a proud old lady and me clapping to my computer screen like some kind of mental loon…
Sometimes writing just does that to you, you know?
And obviously you all want MORE and you also want to hear more about the book so it’s a good job Naomi has recently started a completely fabulous a-little-bit-of-everything blog “Rocked by life“. It’s waaaaay cool. And so on my favourites already.
I’m more than a little bit sad this is over to be honest however, I know this isn’t the last we’ve heard from Mrs L.
Big Rocked By Naomi and Gavin’s W-day Love