The Daily: 7 January 2026

Today is Distaff Day, the day of resumption of women’s work. Those who remember this date at all — pretty much just me and sometimes the Old Farmer’s Almanac folks — have a choice of observing it on January 7th, the day after Epiphany, or on the first Tuesday after Epiphany. My grandmother was in the latter camp, claiming that it was Distaff Tuesday and did not happen until the first Tuesday after Epiphany. The Almanac folks say Distaff Day is 7 January, regardless of Tuesdays. They have even recognized a Saturday Distaff Day. I tend to stay in the Distaff Day camp, but I like to hold off until the work week. No going back to women’s work on the weekend. Not that women’s work has a recognizable work week… But in the years that the 7th falls on the weekend, I tend to observe Distaff Tuesday.

However, this year, Epiphany fell on a Tuesday. So it could be time for women to get back to work, or we could drag our heels and wait until next week. Not men, though. Plough Monday, the day of resumption of men’s work, always follows on the Monday after Epiphany. In years when Epiphany falls on Monday, Plough Monday falls on the 13th (though in American liturgical calendars, Epiphany is forced to Sunday if it chances to fall on either Saturday or Monday, keeping Plough Monday within a week of the end of the holidays).

In any case, despite the name, Plough Monday doesn’t always precede Distaff Tuesday. This year, it does. However, if you follow the tradition of Distaff Day, not Tuesday, then Distaff Day will almost always precede Plough Monday. The exception is when Epiphany falls on a Sunday. Then, both Plough Monday and Distaff Day fall on the same day. When this happens, the day after Epiphany is particularly boisterous. Distaff Day becomes a day of pranks and parties, not of getting back to work after the holiday work taboos. But then, come January 8th, women must pick up the distaff and start spinning all the more furiously to make up for the extra day of rest.

Though this really only ever applied to people with the wealth to buy them the leisure time necessary to observe holiday work taboos. The ladies of the court, not the true working women.

I tend to think that taboos about work on holidays largely originated as explanations of inequality. Only wealthy people can set aside labor and yet have their household needs met — because they pay others to do the daily necessary work. But those who have little wealth can’t stop their tasks for holidays. They must work for their wages, and they must work to meet their own household needs. With a bit of hand-waving circular logic, upper society can say of these poor people that they are bringing ill fortune upon themselves by not honoring the holidays and therefore annoying the gods. Similarly, those with wealth are seen as morally superior because they have the leisure to rest and dedicate their time to the holy day — and so the gods reward them with wealth… 

Maybe that’s too convoluted. But I do wonder… Because true women’s work is never done. It never has been and it never will be. So how do women get holidays?

I suppose we don’t. We get time off from the distaff, the extra work that we take on, the unnecessary labor done mostly for “butter money” and, these days, wages. So… I choose to resume that extra work on a workday.

The Old Farmer’s Almanac is probably more accurate when they put Distaff Day on the weekend, because that’s when most of my women’s work actually gets done. 

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Distaff Day

Now, Distaff Day, sometimes called St. Distaff’s Day, obscure and faded custom that it is, nevertheless has rather a bit more weight behind it that one might expect.

Both Distaff Day and Plough Monday are days are when work is resumed after the holiday season. Both days mark the restoration of the normal order of things. In modern times, Plough Monday remains self-explanatory because most people know what a plow is and what it does and because it is still in use as such. Few people could identify a distaff other than a vague idea that it has something to do with spinning. Almost nobody remembers a time when this tool was so associated with perpetual women’s work that the noun distaff became an adjective meaning “of or concerning women”.

So there is the essence of both observances. Plough Monday is when the men go back to work in the fields — after a good deal of ale, pageantry and silly costumery. Distaff Tuesday (which is how I knew the day when I was small and imbibing my grandmother’s idiosyncratic views of the world) is when women’s work resumes. There is hardly any ritual to the day, certainly no drinking. It is barely even a return to work as there is rarely a real break in that endless flow for most women.

The original idea of resuming work after the holidays comes from a widespread superstition about the ill-luck of doing work on holy days. In Northern Europe, the Midwinter festivities were dedicated to motherhood generally and specifically to what passed for a Mother Goddess in varying regions — Holda, Perchta, Berta, Frau Holle and a number of others. If these were not all one idea, they all had similar traits. They were old and chimerical, being loving and lovely at times and terribly destructive at others. They flew around with actual hell-hounds in a horrifying wild hunt — to gently gather up the lost souls of little children dead in infancy. They were generally cruel to men but caring to women, often serving as midwives. They were very protective of the weak, especially children.

Being tied to women’s concerns, being “distaff”, meant that to properly honor them was to set aside your labors — which were their labors as well. The one thing that women did constantly, but that could be set aside for more than a few hours without causing bodily discomfort, was spinning, using a distaff. So during the dark days of the year, the days dedicated to these distaff deities, women stopped spinning and set the distaff aside. Thus when the holidays ended, women picked up the distaff and set about the endless task of turning animal and plant fibers into yarn.

There is, I think, significance in the boisterous levity of Plough Monday compared to the almost forgotten silence of Distaff Day. Even the timing is of note. Plough Monday can happen as much as seven days after the close of the holiday season, and even at that point it is a celebration in preparation for the beginning of men’s work in the fields. Men don’t do work on Plough Monday. They don’t do work for quite a while after Plough Monday. However, Distaff Day is bang on the next day after the disruption of the holiday season is cleared away (by women, of course). It is not a celebration. It is not prefatory. Women’s work can’t wait for seven, ten, twenty days to resume. On Distaff Day, women do not celebrate; they pick up the endlessly spinning distaff and get down to the hard work of making up for the lost time of the holiday season.

Distaff Day is now largely forgotten (except in the minds of a few very old Irish women). This is partly because the traditions were always tied closely to female deities and, as such, viewed with deep suspicion for the entirety of European history. Our very languages are derived from the long time since goddesses were venerated. We have few words to reverently express distaff ideas.

But also, women do not spin much anymore. This endless hand task was consigned to machinery early in the Industrial Revolution. Indeed, textile production was the Industrial Revolution. Quite suddenly, women were relieved of this hand craft, though not of much of the rest of women’s work. Notably, cooking and cleaning and care work have not much been automated — not because they can’t be, but because it was thought that there was less profit to be made in this sort of women’s work. No prestige goods to sell anyway. The production of things, once nearly exclusively women’s work, has been taken out of the home so that household things must be bought and profits can therefore accrue. What remains of household labor is largely non-productive, or rather produces no thing that can be sold at a profit over the costs of labor. It is largely only labor, repetitive labor, and it is devalued relative to labor that can produce profits — largely the purview of men. 

One should note, however, that profits are yet squeezed out of even this care work. It is devalued and distaff. There are few men involved and distaff laborers are very poorly paid. But a modern household can be run almost entirely without the direct labor of any householders. Indeed, most are these days. The irony is that in this economy, women do distaff work for wages — usually benefitting women of higher socio-economic class — while they struggle to keep their own home functioning because their wages and time are insufficient for the household work they can no longer do for themselves.

Even more ironic is that spinning by hand — once denigrated but necessary drudgery from which no woman could ever escape — is now a cherished hobby, largely of the privileged set and largely non-productive in the sense that textile needs are still bought as finished products. They are not producing their own clothes, for example. Hobby crafts are mostly just frippery. So if a woman is picking up her distaff today, it’s because she wants to — and because she has the leisure and means to do so.

This is something to think on… These days, people engaged distaff women’s work did not recently get to observe a holiday from those labors. And today, Distaff Day, those people are almost certainly not literally working with a distaff… Because that particular women’s work has been given over to machines and profits. So… it is highly unlikely that anyone spinning today is doing so of necessity. It is not a return to work, but a craft pursued in leisure… The distaff is no longer distaff…

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The Wednesday Word

for 7 January 2026

epiphany

What does epiphany mean to you? Think about it. If you’d like, send me a quick poem or story… or just a few thoughts. If you really have something to say, maybe enter my Wednesday Word contest on AllPoetry.

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©Elizabeth Anker 2026