I just went through one of those technology nightmares that is whispered about among those who fear online classes. It’s really the first major episode I’ve experienced in 2.5 years of online coursework, so that’s saying something. The instructor and most of the students patiently waded through the crises until we were able to move forward. And now my mouse is glitchy. So whatever.
Because it’s getting late on a Tuesday night and I know that loads of homework still lay before me, I am procrastinating a teensie bit. I uploaded some recent pictures to my computer and looked at the Google Analytics on this blog. Then I saw that there are no stats for the blog from June forward and I hadn’t shared some interesting things from the last couple of months: the Jaeggli and extended family reunion, spinning and root beer brewing. Because I am really sick of working right now.
Which leads me to the topic on my mind: domestic arts. This term has been all but banished as a result of the feminist backlash of the 70’s and 80’s. And I certainly understand why, because throughout much of history it was generally thought to be the most ideal career path for women in life. And as much as we secretly love Martha Stewart, we do use her name and work to poke fun at those who explore the domestic arts.
But I think it’s high time we put aside our reservations about the phrase and concept of domestic arts and embrace it. We sort of have to, or we have to come up with a more modern “vogue” term. Let’s face it, DIY, the cooking channel, knitting blogs, ReadyMade magazine, and the Maker Faire are all highly popular these days. People want to make things with their hands. It’s a backlash against consumerism, global warming, waste and the lack of support for creativity in all aspects of our lives at work, in school and in politics. Men and women are going domestic. And they are doing so artfully.
And on to illustrations of domestic life:

It’s okay to go a little squishy inside at the sight of a guy uncertainly holding a baby.

Myrtle, our niece, leads Uncle Ron on a tractor ride.

Guthrie is Myrtle’s twin and this little guy can lift stuff that definitely exceeds his weight. The twins are the babies of Sue and Russ Romas. Sue is Jake’s sister. Hazel, in the top picture, is their newest born.

I love this picture if only because it’s like seeing a cloud spun into yarn. However, this wool is seriously dry and it’s not much fun to spin. In a much older post, I mistakenly seconded guessed someone’s advice of oiling my wool. Turns out, this isn’t a far fetched idea. Thanks Sally for setting me straight.

In which bottles are sterilized for root beer brewing.

The essential ingredients of Root Beer brewing. This is a Jaeggli family tradition to which I have been initiated. There really is no better Root Beer out there than what you make in your own kitchen.

And thus we wait…..