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.