Hands are my favourite things, quite often neglected and taken for granted and oh so important. My Dad had kind and gentle hands so big, that as children we used to have to hold onto one of his huge fingers, our little hands unable to encompass his.
Along with washing the dishes, pegging out the clothes, tidying the house (again and again and again) and making packed lunches, we're also using them to tie up shoelaces, wipe chocolate from faces and create beautiful and useful things that help to make our lives more fulfilling and happier.
As I type this, the safety of someone I love is in the hands of a surgeon. So, that's why I'm thinking about them and appreciating them today.
Hats off to hands.
Here are a few of my favourites..
My children's hands. (if you want to see why my boy has drawn a moustache on his finger click here.
And finally, I have to hand it to you America ..
just look at those hands.
Are they not beautiful ! His hands were one of the first things I noticed about him, that and the fact that he's hot of course.
Here's to the future.
P.S. I've started a 'hands I like' flickr group here , I'd love to see your favourite hands.
P.P.S. That is I *think* I've started a flickr group, i'm not sure if I've done it correctly though. Do you let me know if you have any problems. Doh !