I took this photo June of 2006 as a contribution to The Unity Project Flickr group, started by my Canadian cyber-buddy, Barbara. The requirements were it had to be a picture of yourself and have the word “unity” in it. Now I’m using it for CAC Thursday Photo Day.
It’s funny that this photo challenge is about hands. I’ve been mulling over some thoughts for a post about my hands and some discombobulated feelings I have about them lately. Might as well jot them down now!
In the last few months those old lady freckles have appeared on the backs of my hands - ya know the ones I mean? The ones that belong on your grandmother’s hands and how the hell did they get on mine?! All my life I’ve noticed hands…..women with beautiful long fingers, impeccably manicured nails and soft smooth skin. Men with big, strong manly hands but not perfectly manicured. And not too rough — just a little. Dirt under the nails is permissable while doing manual labor but clean them up before you touch!
When I was in my 20’s I worked with a woman in her 40’s who had the most beautiful hands I’ve ever seen. And they were as soft as a baby’s butt. She claimed Johnson’s Baby Cream was the secret and she did slather it on often. It sounds weird but I liked to touch her hands now and then simply because they were so incredibly soft.
My hands are very much average, almost to the point of boyish. My fingers are shortish and my knuckles are prominent. My skin is very pale so the veins in my hands have always protruded somewhat. The only good point is that my nails are hard, very white and grow quickly.
So now that you understand my life-long awareness of hands maybe you can get why I AM P.O.’D that my grandmother’s old lady freckles are on MY hands! I remember thinking as a young’n that it would be YEARS and YEARS before I had to worry about that. Well, the year is here. So. What I want to know is, do any of you women out there have any tips for getting RID of them??? When I worked in a pharmacy part-time as a young girl, I remember little ole ladies purchasing Porcelaina for that very thing…supposedly it bleached the spots. I wonder if that is still around or was it one of those old-timey remedies that’s disappeared.
I tell myself I’m being silly but myself still looks at those hands and sighs. Spots be gone!
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