Auntie Jo and Auntie Anne came over and we canned marmalade for the first time. The oranges are dripping off the trees in our backyard and I wanted to do something with them. We traded off peeling and stirring and boiling and playing with T-Bone. It occurred to me that this is how it’s meant to be done. Taking care of babies was never meant to be a one or even a two person job. With the extended family around, the childcare and the cooking (and the occasional email) and all the stuff that often seems overwhelming becomes effortless.
Lest you feel the urge to mock my canning, let me remind you that DIY doesn’t stand for “bought at Hot Topic.” It stands for Do It Yourself- the punk credo. By that criteria, canning is punk as fuck.
Same goes for knitting.
So bite me. You’re just jealous of my labels.