Have you all lost your minds?
I was just moaning to Horsey Daughter that I have hands like an old hag. Too many years of washing dishes by hand. But thanks anyway, you're just buttering me up because you all want an impacted crop surgery tutorial. Not going to happen, people, not going to happen.
I will tell you a hand story. (aren't I just full of stories?) IT was my beloved little Grandmother, who spent her childhood in Siberia, who taught me to quilt when I was 17. She tried to talk me out of it, told me it was a terrible addiciton, that I would lay awake at night thinking about quilts. She was right. Then she grasped my hand in hers and examined it and burst out laughing. Like Santa her whole tummy would og up and down when she laughed. She was a tiny ittle white haired thing who always wore cotton house dresses and an apron. She was like the perfect Norman Rockwell Grandma and all 43 Grandchildren adored her. But she scoffed at my hands.
"Vut can you do vis zees vurm fingers?"
"What?"
"You haf vurm fingers."
"What are vurm fingers?"
"VUrms! Vurms! Vut crawl in zee dirt, earth vurms. You have zee short, fat fingers, vas can dey make?"
Well, despite my worm fingers Grandma taught me how to quilt, Grandpa built me my own frame and it has been a life long love. And my Grandma who passed years ago has also been a life long love. I owe her much. But I am a little sensitive about my short, squat hands. But man..they've done a lot!
But yup, my nails do look good in those pics! Now, stop!