You know when you hear something a certain way,

you believe it’s the truth, you defend it, and then you eventually learn that you’ve been wrong all along? Well, I owe this one to my mother.

When Mom would pull the huge, brown, wood paneled station wagon into the garage, she’d exclaim, “Home again, home again. Jiggity Pig!” I had no idea this was an actual phrase that she was misquoting. I assumed it was something cute and silly that she’d made up, and it made me happy to hear it.

When I was 17, I pulled my car into the driveway one evening and said this before turning off the engine. My high school boyfriend said laughing, “What was that? That’s not how it goes!” We argued back and forth, and I didn’t relent so he finally dropped it. Later, when I told my mom about it, she smiled and admitted it’s actually a song and that she’d taken some liberties. I wasn’t impressed to learn that not only was something I liked hearing as a little kid misrepresented, but I’d also defended it like it was scripture!

  • Project Type: Illustration
  • Client: Self-Initiated