In a time when we seem to rely on technology for everything there remains great value in giving something crafted individually by the hand of an artisan. Everything around us presses us to conform to unreachable ideals held tantalizingly beyond our reach. If we buy that car we will have the perfect mate, the perfect job, the perfect life. Like Wimpy in the old Popeye cartoons, we float helplessly towards the scent of success and ultimate happiness.

So why would we want something made individually and out the great mainstream of consumer goods?