My name is Rachel, and I am founder of The Fallow House.

As a young girl, I’d moved one, two, three, four times. I cherished my childhood friends and remember resolving to write letters to as many of them as possible, holding on for dear life, as long as I could.

Always, writing was a way to reach for. Every letter, lyric, journal entry, and poem was a reaching for others, a searching for self, a grasping for God. To this day, I have boxes and wooden bins spilling over with letters, cards, journals, photos, and postcards from throughout the years.

I am a vintage girl living in a modern world. I am charmed by nostalgia, antiquity, and whimsy. I believe the stories of yesterday carry the antidote for today, preserved by the sacred ink of our pens.

Irrevocably, the values of and the vision for The Fallow House stem from the seed of my childhood. In this age of screens and scrolling, The Fallow House offers a reprieve from the digital and a return to the analog.

Here, the floorboards creak under the weight of stories unedited, imperfect. Here, the couches carry our collective cry to cultivate the fields of our creativity, be they flourishing or fallow. Here, yesterday is a gift to be found, not forgotten. Here, sentimentality is welcomed, seasonality is embraced, and simplicity is lived.

Here, you are home—with yourself and within these walls.