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Cheers from February school break and this utterly outstanding PR email! I’ll be back next week with the usual publishing schedule.
Did Valentine’s Day come and go without you feeling “cherished?” Perhaps it was because you didn’t receive this “gem” of a CORK POP? I don’t know about you, but nothing makes ME feel more emotionally cared for and seen than a “user-friendly rubberized finish,” AM I RIGHT LADIES?!
In other news, I contributed to this fascinating piece on canning as a trad-wife adjacent trend!
See you on the other side, and please keep track of the Internet’s nonsense while I’m gone. If an Insta ad tries to send you the only cuticle oil you’ll ever need to soothe the existential crisis of being a Busy Mom™ or if get a promo email from a paper plate company promising to pay for your kids’ college, HIT ME UP. (And if anyone has tried the Jones Road Miracle Balm, please share your thoughts. It’s trying really hard to supplant the Oak Essentials Balm from the forefront of my wanting and wondering consumer subconscious).
I see these balms and think: "This will give me inflammatory acne." Just me?
I do have to share this about canning: My mom canned a shit ton of stuff, and froze alot, too. She was born in the mid 1920s, as was my dad, and tried to save wherever possible. That meant growing and making your own stuff whenever you could and preserving for later on. I had to help when I was growing up, and I hated it. I haven't done any of it since leaving home, but my daughter does. I gave her all my mom's recipes, cookbooks, jars, etc., when I cleared out the house after my dad passed away. As a SAHM of 4 she saves alot by growing her own stuff, then canning and freezing it. She's not trying to be trendy--she's not even into social media--she's just doing what works for her.