I love my hands. They are both feminine and strong, with long,elegant fingers, medium wide and fleshy palms, and oval nails and fingertips. Also, tattoos on my knuckles and a deep scar across the tip of my right thumb make them stand out from the rest.
My hands sound like Bassline's without the tattoos, lol They are always warm. I have red splotches on the palms and fingertips. A doctor once told me he guessed it was increased circulation. I have a couple of nodules on the last knuckle of my index fingers from osteoarthritis. Much love has passed through these hands to others and I'm sure that will be one of their primary functions until the day I die.
If the Red Sox were still in the pennant chase that song sweet caroline (The Red Sox Team Song) might be applicable as we turn the calendar, but since they’re in last place - [SIZE=10pt]Hotwater[/SIZE]
I am sorry for the Red Sox, but....I just like the song ....always have, and it mentions hands. Heard it on the radio in the car tonight and it is always uplifting to hear.
I feel sorry for hooved animals....they cannot touch, feel, scratch themselves when they itch, etc.... Hair on top of a man's fingers is fine....
My hands are also small and dainty but strong enough to hold yoga poses. They are also very handy for communicating my dissatisfaction of others' driving practices while traveling.
Extremely facile and fast, when necessary. Ambidextrous, and I have been told ---" you have magic fingers." (you know when!) Kitties and dogs love my hands also. Really proved their worth over my lifetime. Love 'em. (Tonight I'm taking my 11 year old grand daughter to see Rob Zombie--YEAH!--nothin' to do with my hands, tho.)