I have a thing for hands – lots of people do, I think. I’ve never really liked my hands because they look just like my dad’s and grandmother’s hands, which is weird because I always loved my dad’s hands. They were not always kind hands, but I still thought they were beautiful. Recently I’ve started thinking differently about my own hands, because my daughter casually mentioned – in passing – something about my beautiful hands. It was the casual in passing part that produced the shift; she said it as if it were obvious.

I also realized, when looking at a couple of blog posts this morning, that when I see a knitter’s hands I feel like I know her better. In fact, I feel like I know her differently when I see her hands, as opposed to when I see her face. So I got this idea for a show of hands. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours? I’ve pulled a couple of photos I already have, and then I took some while I was kneading bread for a how-to-make-bread tutorial on my other blog, Luscious.

pay no attention to the face - i was trying to explain SOMETHING but i don't remember what. i like my hand, it does look graceful.

waiting to board the flight to Zagreb - Newark Airport is boring, unless you have your knitting with you. Ishbel plus leaving for vacation = happy me! But I like my hands here.

This one’s blurry because it’s an action shot, but I love seeing hands making things:

kneading bread

SO again, I don’t mean you need to show your whole self, just your hands. If you show them in a post on your own blog, leave a comment here with the link so I can go meet you. Whatever – let’s just have a show of hands!