Because I am a hand maker and not a hand model

In response to recent happenings, I have decided to show you a picture of my hands.  I actually did pick up the nail file a couple days ago, but these are un-manicured hands.  Un-kept if you will.  These are the hands of a hand maker.  I am a hand-maker.  You may notice some scars, paint on fingers, saw dust under my nails making them appear yellow, the missing diamond in my wedding band that was a casulty of work, and the cuticles that are in need of attention.  However, these hands make beautiful creations.  Creations that I pride myself in making.  Hands that remind me of my mother, my grandmother, and my granny.  Hands that hurt sometimes from the early onset of arthritis.

I hope you will see the beauty in these un-manicured hands.