I'm just your friendly, every day writer. I have a passion for all things vintage, particularly skills and crafts that are in danger of being lost to the ravages of time and modern convenience. I believe in having the best of both worlds in your life. 

I was a child of the 80s... born in 1975, I personally think that I was lucky to be raised in a world where I learned skills that are now considered 'outdated', while still having the benefit of being the generation on the cutting edge of new technology and who witnessed first hand the dawn of the Internet age. It really feels like, looking back, that I had the benefit of being raised in two worlds. 

I grew up in a small town in western Colorado, about 100 miles from the Four Corners on a farm about 5 miles from the nearest civilization. We raised horses, cows, chickens and any other beastie you can imagine. We even had a pet turkey for a while named Lady, who drank my father's iced tea from a spoon and would lay down on the ground to let you pet between her wings.  We gardened occasionally, though more frequently we made summer trips to the local farmer's market and surrounding farms to pick up produce to can or freeze for the harsh Colorado winters. My mother, now in her 70s, still does this all these years later, though her canning routine has become much less intense these days since she no longer has me there to 'eat her out of house and home', as she so colorfully put it when I was a kid!


As a child, I was always learning some old skill that I never thought I'd have use (or passion!) for in my life. My parents are early baby boomers (Both born in 1944) and my Grandfather was a WWII veteran who had an affinity for farming, canning and raising orchids and African violets. In those days, I always sort of rolled my eyes at the old fashioned skills that I was learning. You know, when you're a kid on the move, it's hard to see the value in learning to crochet or can or sew. It was only once I became an adult that I truly began to see the value in these skills not just for what I could create, but for the invaluable link to the past that they provided me. To this day, some of my favorite memories of my grandfather are watching him lovingly tend his violets or preparing and perfecting crafts for half a year just to enter them into the county fair with my parents. 

For a number of years after I left home, I didn't have time, energy or money to invest in practicing and honing my 'old fashioned' skills, and so a few years ago when I decided to start again, I had to learn again and let me tell you, it was NOT like riding a bicycle! I soon began to feel that I was in over my head. Now, anyone who knows me knows that I tend to collect books like a squirrel frantically collects nuts in Autumn. So after collecting a truly obscene amount of books about my favorite skills, I realized a few things; First and foremost, I should never, ever, be allowed to touch yarn. I am abysmal

at crocheting, and my sole attempted knitting project looked like something from a horror film. 

The second thing I realized is that being an adult and being solely responsible for an undertaking as serious as canning is a much more overwhelming thing than being a child who was in charge of dumping tomato peels on the compost pile and putting the lids into the boiling water to sterilize them! Thankfully, finding your rhythm with it isn't as difficult as it sounds, and I haven't given myself 

botulism, nor have I had any truly spectacular failures, other than a couple of utterly disastrous flavor combination attempts.

These days, I've become quite the lover of historical techniques for nearly everything. I love learning, teaching and doing. I have an intense passion for bringing these skills that I now realize I was truly, deeply fortunate to learn to a new generation and a new audience. In realizing that not everyone had the good fortune to grow up on a farm surrounded by people who embraced the old ways, I have come to realize also that no matter what our overly automated consumer driven society develops for our convenience that these skills are necessary and invaluable. They provide a vital link to our past, enrich our present and help us prepare for our future.

And now, a little additional about me, just for fun. I live in the Seattle area, and love every moment of the rain. I am a self proclaimed pluviophile (a person who loves the rain and prefers it to other weather) I am a consummate geek. I revel in my love of shows like Once Upon a Time, Ghost Adventures and Agents of SHIELD, the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Harry Potter, and so many more that I'd have a hard time naming them. I am an Anglophile (Someone who loves all things England) and have a deep love for Scotland as well...both are the homeland of my ancestors. I adore traveling, particularly when I get to do so with my wife, who's put up with me for a glorious 19 years and counting. I generally dislike the summer, but I adore summer activities like visiting orchards and farms. We live where berries, apples and lavender are abundant and my wife and I spend most of the summer strategically planning our farm visits around the searing heat of the season. In my spare time, I read a lot and my topics are so varied that looking at my bookshelves is like looking at a small library. I am a kitchen witch at heart, and have studied medicinal herbs for more than 20 years, and have owned my own tea blending business in the past. 

One more thing, the question I'm sure you are dying to ask. Why the March Hare? I've always had an affinity for rabbits and hares. As a kid on the farm, I was in 4H and loved them so dearly. Through the years, I have had pet bunnies at various times, and when I don't have pet bunnies I always make sure I care for the wild ones in my area. Rabbits are even my Chinese zodiac sign! I've also been a fan of various incarnations of Alice in Wonderland... after finding out at the age of 42 that I am autistic (and proudly so!) I began referring to my Autism as my 'madness' jokingly and between that, and a few other factors, the moniker stuck with me, and not that I mind in the least, I treasure the nickname. My own wife even calls me her Bunny these days, and upon meeting me I'm sure it's not hard to see why. 

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