Manifesto. Between my trowel and my blade, I arrive here.

[Martin]

I'll be using this highly convenient blogging feature to save and share resources, gather ideas and keep my dudes informed about their coming 15 minutes of limelight. Luckily we have nigh on 20 months until the day, though, so don't expect torrents of upkeep.



A wedding. Hard to believe it's finally here. But for both of us it both seals a deal long coming and also gives us an excellent chance to explore some things we know little about and deepen our understanding of things we do. We're crafty people by nature, we tinker and clang and knit and so on. We love sealing wax. We can fake letterpressing. There will be homebrew and leaves, feathers and wool.


I love textures. Especially as an archaeologist, I fucking live through getting closer to stuff. It's fabric, it's nature, it's qualities. Metals, textiles, stone, bark, ceramics, carvings. I surround myself with it in every sense.



Our different qualities will be reflected at this wedding, our different natures, making this a thoroughly earthy affair; I don't appreciate trying to fake beauty. We want to point to the beauty all around us here, from the ground up.



I want a small wedding that lingers in the minds eye rather than the spoken word.



As far as I'm concerned, yes, we'll be sticking to a color palette of autumn earth and leaves, but kicking out some sexy pinstripes, a leather kilt, maybe an australian bush hat or a fiddlers cap for my guys. No one will wear anything they don't want, everyone will keep their clothes in their closet after the day, and everyone will feel their best and therefore look it.



It will purr, it will have fangs, it will be autumn forest zen and a celebration of our differences, eccentricities and love for the people who have shaped us. We quietly love being fucking weird but keeping so many different kinds of people close. That's what this is about.