I heard on the radio the other day that Victoria Beckham sleeps with gloves and socks on. It has something to do with her beauty regimen. Then today, one of my coworkers noted how incredibly rough my hands are. I probably should have been offended by how disgusted she appeared from the touch of my hand. She acted like I had leprosy or a flesh-eating bacteria or something. Nevertheless, I was not offended because it's true. I have really rough, wrinkly, old farmer hands.
I think it all started when I was working in the restaurant business in high school. I was constantly washing my hands and washing dishes sans gloves in scorching hot water. In the winter they get dry, crack and bleed. It's really disgusting actually. I always attributed it to the damage that I did to my skin back then, but come to think of it... my hands are just like my dad's. Perhaps the rough hands is hereditary.
Either way, it's gross. My husband has silky-smooth hands, and mine feel like sandpaper and look like a grandma's. In a way I'm sort of proud of them. I'm a hard worker, and I like to work with my hands. I have a new found interest in gardening. I enjoy cooking. I clean, and I enjoy home improvement projects. I'm pretty rough on my hands, and I expect a lot out of them. So knowing that my hands are rough kind of makes me feel like I've accomplished a lot. It's not feminine at all, so that's the one drawback. Well, that and they're gross.
Anyway, I'm thinking that I should take a lesson from Posh and start lotioning up my feet and hands and covering them for the night to help lock in the moisture. I'm pretty much willing to try anything to get these hands looking good again.
I'll keep you posted on the progress!
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My husband has silky smooth hands, too! And feet. It's enviable.
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