Today for Studio Friday we are being asked about our work hands. I have always marveled at those women who create art and who craft and still manage to be well manicured. Once I got sucked into the acrylic nail tip craze. They lasted about two weeks. Two weeks that I couldn't hold a sewing needle. Two weeks that my nails poked through my knitting. Bring on the dish of acetone cause those nails have got to go! I have another problem with manicured nails...color. All that color flashing around at the tips of my fingers is sooooo distracting; I am fascinated by it.
I have a lovely scar on the inside of my left-hand ring finger. About six years ago I had a very misguided "I am woman. Hear me roar," moment. I attempted to move a medium sized, but suprisingly heavy, entertainment center from the fourth to third floor. The need to have it done now defeated every bit of patience and knowledge of physics that I possessed. At the bottom of the very steep and narrow staircase I lost control...momentum and gravity had taken over...and pinned my finger to the wall with a corner of the enterainment center. The ER doc said it was just shy of the bone. They could stitch me up, but weren't sure that I would be able to use the finger again and most cetainly would never be able to totally straighten it. Haha, silly doctors, everything works just fine. It just looks icky, bleh.
Now I have "I am woman. Watch me hire a handyman," moments.