I am rubbish at sewing, knitting, darning and anything else that involves a needle.
However, I turn into my much loved maternal grandmother every year, because like her, I have a garden; and like her I preserve all I can of our excess fruit and vegetables. Some of these go in the freezer - some I have taken (when they would be welcome) to the local food bank; but so far there has always been enough left over for blackcurrant and raspberry jams, apple and runner bean chutneys.
Pre Covid, I offered a few jars to a visiting cousin to take home. She is ten years my junior, and sneered at the idea of anyone wasting their time doing such a thing these days, especially when the resulting product involves poison (sorry, sugar).
Fortunately for my self esteem, my son is of a different opinion when he visits; as have been our friends next door who keep an eye on the house whenever we are away (not often lately, I admit). Also, the new neighbours, who have been glad of a welcome.
My grandmother taught me these things. I still miss her.
And yes, like her, I am a member of the W.I.!