Apparently the appearance of my hands is important in my job. The lovely new girl just got acrylics. Another co-worker said her own hands without acrylics look like the hands of a laboror. Me, too. My hands bely my lower-class upbringing more than my Target clothes and my ability to perform an oil change.
Actually the main reason I’m thinking about my hands is because I finished the thumb on my Peekabo Mittens yesterday. Is my thumb not freakishly short?
Notice the top of the first isn’t done yet. I took a wonderful class with Chris Bylsma at Stitches Midwest 2006 that unlocked the code of kitchener for me. Now I can’t find my handout or notes. And I know any other explanation available for me doesn’t work. Maybe I’ll just work on some sort of drawstring top to it.