I am...as it turns out... old fashioned. But not the cool kind. Not vintage. Not retro. I never wanted to be. In fact, I spent all of my growing up years desperately trying to NOT learn how to cook or sew or can vegetables of any kind. But...I want a garden with a compost pile and everything. And I want to store my food for winter. I love buttons and old lace. I like the idea of having a parlor for visitors. I can, and have, made my own cheese. (Not recommended by the way, unless you are really good at it. Which I am not.) I own an honest-to-goodness cast iron dutch oven for crying out loud! (Two actually.) And I think that Valentines should be hand made. By hand. You know, with your hands.