This is what printmaking and the winter does to my hands. I doubt I ever have pretty hands. I like todo too many things that make my finger nails grubby. I’m like a five year old with all the messes I make. : )
When I was a teen I read this book that said if I was going to be a good Christian I had to have pretty hands because I would be helping others with them. Obviously my hands should look nice, because obviously when other people saw my perfectly manicured hands they would instantly think of Jesus. (um, okay sure)
It was one of those awful, “how to be a christen girl” books that made me feel like a terrible person, because I could never attain the perfection it was demanding.
I just randomly remembered that. Do you ever remember something from your past and get all fired up, even tho isn’t not really relevant anymore?