So, we've decided to start a club. The Balls Out Domestic Club, in fact (BODC for short). We were sitting at work, and Megan was reading Animal, Vegetable, Miracle and we started talking about gardens, and how much we want one. Then Megan started talking about taking a gardening class and it snowballed from there into picking fruit, canning fruit, pickling fruit, and wait, what about breadmaking? And haven't you wanted to start knitting again? Yeah! And I've got a wheat grinder, we should get together and use it, and cheese! We could make cheese! Or maybe a compost bin and chickens. Or maybe just all of it. So we will.
And of course, it will be balls out, no holds barred, with aprons. (That we sewed). (Ourselves). (But not monogrammed because that's still too hard). (But maybe later).