I have the ugliest hands in the world. Really! I have short thumbs (like my dad – he used to say that meant we were stubborn!) I have huge knuckles, nails that are filed, but not manicured. They are all different lengths and you can’t see my cuticles. Oh – and my thumbnails are hugely wide! Top all that all with big veins and age spots!
Does that paint a pretty picture?
It’s not. That’s why, in my tutorials, I hold my scissors and my hands in a similar fashion to the picture above (hiding my nails.)
But I love my hands. I love working with my hands. I have loved keeping my hands busy ever since being a young girl. Perhaps I do take after my father, whose hands laid bricks for a living.
I have been thinking about our hands and all they do and convey….
- the guiding hands of a teacher
- the deft hands of a knitter
- the comforting hands of a mother
- the careful hands of the surgeon
- the warm hands of a nurse
- the steady hands of a therapist
- the nimble hands of the quilter
- the skilled hands of the artist
Since February/March can be a most difficult point in Northeast Ohio’s winter, I thought this would be a fun time to share our hands. Create a blog post sharing a photo or photos of your hands. Be as creative or as simple as you want. You can simply snap a photo of your hands or a photo of your hands doing what you love to do.
I’ve also created a Facebook page, “Hands Exposed” if you’d like to share that way.
Come back and link up any time in the next three weeks. Grab a button on the sidebar if you wish. On March 6th. I’ll share my hands. I’ll create a pinterest page and pin your photos as I read your posts. With your permission, I may periodically share your photos on my blog with a link back to your blog.
There are no prizes or giveaways, just inspire me by revealing your hands!
This is such a cool idea ~ I love it! Now … I’ll have to get photographing these ol’ hands of mine!
I’ll be back
Susan’s hand is so nice looking, with the manicure. Yikes mine will be frightful! About 6 years ago I copied everyone’s hands so I could make a quilt with them. I’m glad I did because my brother and mother are now gone. Still haven’t made the quilt though. lol
My once pretty hands are now weathered, arthritic, scratched and cut by wire work. I would not have them any other way. They’ve planted in dirt, crocheted, created paintings. They tell a story.