The Homemade story started right where you’d expect: around the family table. That’s where my Zia casually mentioned that just twenty-four hours after stepping off a plane from Italy, she clocked in for her first shift at the Bulova Watch Company in Providence. What started out of necessity turned into an incredible forty-year manufacturing legacy.

That kind of work ethic raised me, set against a backdrop where so much of what we shared was made by hand. Autumn meant pressing grapes for homemade wine. Sundays meant flour-dusted tables to roll out fresh dough for spinach pies filled with garden greens. Late summer was spent canning jars of tomato sauce to last through the winter.

As a lifelong artist, watch enthusiast, and blue-collar worker, learning about my Zia’s time at Bulova felt like a true homecoming—and it came right when I was searching for my next creative project.

I’ve worn countless timepieces over the years, but none ever felt like "the one." I was looking for a watch with local roots—something accessible, but not mass-produced. I wanted a reliable workhorse with the distinction of a gallery piece: a watch built to handle my days, navigate them, and keep me grounded through them. When I couldn’t find it, I did what the generations before me always did: refined my skills and built it myself.

So welcome—take your time, and explore the Homemade Difference.