If you follow my blog you’ll know that morning preps is usually my most favourite part of the day. It’s the staging area before the main event where everyone is in high spirits… a little bit excited, a little bit nervous… with a sense that something wonderful is going to happen hanging in the air. It’s full of the smell of luscious makeup and sweet perfume and the intermittent sound of champagne popping, fizzling and glasses being chinked. There’s always lots of fun and laughter from stories being regaled and at Cliodhna’s house that morning, there was definitely no shortage of laughs, it was being carried in by the bucketload.
Cliodhna’s girl’s achieved top marks on giving their bride a proper farewell – they were all suitably attired in matching pyjamas, personalised dressing gowns, even down to matching fluffy slippers with some super shades to top off the look. Photo The craic was mighty as they say, and I can honestly still hear Emma’s laugh come bolting through my computer screen when I see certain shots – you’ll know which ones I mean. And I can’t possibly write this blog without mentioning Cliodhna’s superstar of a mum, Margaret, who held centre stage a few times and had us all in stitches with her ‘Crocs’ story and kept our bellies full and happy with a good old tasty, Ulster Fry. Thanks Margaret!
Now, in my experience, the bridesmaids usually help the bride get dressed however, Cliodhna wanted to keep her trousseau a surprise to the very last minute. One of my favourite shots is of her just before she steps into her conservatory and the full view of her nearest and dearest, looking breathtakingly beautiful, in a stunning Jenny Packham classic. When I edited the shot, my eyes filled with tears because she looked so blooming well happy.
I reached the chapel which was awash with the murmur of a beautiful southern brogue and I soon realised the half of Tipperary had come to celebrate their son Damian being wed. Fr Delargy of course spoke of love and marriage… and bravely mentioned in his sermon the delicate matter of the *1989 Antrim v Tipperary hurling final. It whisked me back to being an 11 year old girl on Hill 16 in Croke Park, as I stood shoulder to shoulder with every other person and their dog from Antrim, my saffron rope tied around my forehead cheering on Margaret’s brothers, Danny and James to lead us to victory, with national pride and All-Ireland glory at stake. Two counties in battle, divided to the final whistle… I recalled how our glorious team, triumphantly lifted the McCarthy Cup and were crowned All-Ireland champions. But as Fr Delargy rightly pointed out, “Cliodhna and Damian’s day is all about uniting and so in the good spirit of their wedding and the joining of the two counties in matrimony, we’ll call it a draw.”
Cliodhna and Damian, thanks for having me as your photographer, for trusting me with my ideas and generally for being an utterly fab couple to work with.
I wish you both every happiness!
* Note to reader – the description of events are subjective and could be considered open to interpretation. As my father would have said, ‘Never let the truth get in the way of a good story’.
Hair: The extremely talented, Eimhear, from Salon Sixty One Tel:028 2175 8204
Makeup: The lovely, Anna-Marie McCambridge!