OK, it’s not a secret anymore, and I guess it’s not really a “vice” per se, but I’m just loving the research (by which I mean long, elaborate Google searches of Victorian dress details, gathering and reading (and sometimes rereading) old nursery rhymes/epitaphs/graveyard lore etc.) that seems to float between Planchette and the Under the Poppy stage adaptation and … perhaps I’m just hooked on the past? Whatever. Handy Spandy Jack-a-Dandy here knows how to roll, baby. And you know he didn’t pay for that cookie himself.