My poor hands, after 36 years as a chef, have been chopped, sliced, burned, asked to carry too much weight, held uncountable number of tongs (which you always have to clip together twice when you pick them up 😅), and then all the life things, too.
Even just related to my sons; my hands held them seconds after they were born, changed their nappies, fed them, wiped away their tears, held their chubby little hands as we walked together, clapped when they achieved stuff, the list is endless, glorious, and tear-jerking.
Thanks for the reminder 🙌🏼
Take care of your precious hands, I love the sewing craft you do, just to see it is a gift 🙏🏻
As you know, I am now also feeling the effects of over-use (and often misuse!) of my hands... This is very timely, Monique - a love letter to our hands. Thank you!
Oh my goodness, Monique 💕
I think you wrote this for me 🥲
My poor hands, after 36 years as a chef, have been chopped, sliced, burned, asked to carry too much weight, held uncountable number of tongs (which you always have to clip together twice when you pick them up 😅), and then all the life things, too.
Even just related to my sons; my hands held them seconds after they were born, changed their nappies, fed them, wiped away their tears, held their chubby little hands as we walked together, clapped when they achieved stuff, the list is endless, glorious, and tear-jerking.
Thanks for the reminder 🙌🏼
Take care of your precious hands, I love the sewing craft you do, just to see it is a gift 🙏🏻
Thank you xx
I still can remember the smell of my mothers hands when she tucked me in.
As you know, I am now also feeling the effects of over-use (and often misuse!) of my hands... This is very timely, Monique - a love letter to our hands. Thank you!
Beautiful!
Thank you!
What an absolutely beautiful piece, Monique 🩷