awkward hand? One that looks like a claw or an assortment of sausages. I gave up for today and will get back to it tomorrow. I think even the best draftsmen have trouble with hands.
I look at my hands today—that is one of them holding a needle in the photo—and I see my mother's hands. My hands are beginning to show their age. I now have one of those brown spots on one hand and I can no longer wear my engagement and wedding rings, so I wear a silver ring bought in Mexico until I can decide what I want to do with my rings. Have them enlarged? Redesigned?
I stopped wearing nail polish quite a few years ago when I determined that rather than protecting my dry and splitting nails as I had hoped, it was making them worse. They are much healthier and stronger as a result. (My secret for keeping my nails strong and pliable is a slather of vaseline before I go to bed.) I have friends who wear acrylic nails, which they lavish a lot of time and money on. The thought of gluing plastic covers to my nails gives me a small shiver of claustrophobia. Besides I'm sure I would ruin them immediately with glue or paint or pop one off using it as a screwdriver. My hands are my main tools. One hand has a smooth, pale scar that is the result of a glob of misplaced hot glue. Not once, but twice, I have sewn through my left index finger with my sewing machine. OK, sorry. You probably didn't need that grisly bit of information.
Today my hands made bread and typed a gagillion words for the Columbia Fiberarts Guild newsletter and pinned Sofia's mermaid costume to her to see how it was fitting and, like I said, tried drawing another hand. When I ran in to get Sofia I stopped to lay my hand on my baby grandson's downy, sleeping head—irresistible—and startled him awake because it was cold. I felt bad about that, but then had the pleasant task of picking him up and soothing him back to sleep.
I like when my hands smell like onions, from chopping them. I always remember my Mom's hands smelling like that. I bought some of that soap, once, that is supposed to neutralize the smell of onions on one's hands. I just thought it made them smell like lemon—and onions.
If I ever get that hand drawn correctly I'll show it to you. If I don't you'll know I gave up and came up with a whole different idea for the artwork.