Just in case you’d finally recovered from the racist wedding, here’s a charming poverty porn wedding featured on Etsy.
“We got to work researching the Depression era and hobo culture. As we prepared to make everything for our wedding, we collected feed sack dresses and old work boots, antique hand-stitched quilts and jug band instruments. After reading that the word “hobo” may be a syllabic abbreviation of “homeward bound,” we fell in love with the notion!”
As always, Regretsy nails it on the proper response:
They fell in love with the very idea of penniless, homeless migrants, drifting from town to town, looking for work! Those hobos were just yummy, with their faded antique quilts and feed sacks, and those super cute boots they always wore. That whole period was just so desaturated and Brother Where Art Thou,which is also totes adorbs.
Okay, maybe many hobos found themselves having to leave their families in order to find enough work to support them, or maybe they escaped from harsh lives in orphanages. And, okay, maybe they died on train tracks or sweltered to death in locked box-cars. And maybe when they did finally find some work, they were set upon by thieves who took everything from them and threw them off of fast moving trains.
Don’t be such a downer! They had totally awesome trash can fires!
From a costuming/fashion standpoint, I can understand the appreciation of the Depression-era Dustbowl aesthetic. There is a way to do that without being this tasteless. Calling your theme out-and-out “hobo” is just terrible.
