I have always noticed while reading or watching period pieces, how the phrase "soft hands" is used to describe characters from the upper class. I find it interesting that an individual's class was suggested by the state of their hands. Mostly, because I have working hands. It is obvious I am not from the upper crust.
There were many times, while renovating a house years ago, I would show up at work as a bar tender with my hands in terrible condition. They were either covered in paint I couldn't remove, or spray foam or just wounds from the day. My boss was always dismayed and one day, gave me gloves to wear. They were cumbersome and white. Not only did I feel awkward serving drinks while adjusting the oversized gloves the entire evening, I had to be very cautious not to spill anything on them! Yet, I did not learn my lesson.
I do not wear gloves when moving furniture; I like to know I have a good grip. I do not wear gloves while gardening; I like to feel the dirt in my hands and under my nails. I do not wear gloves while painting; generally the paint comes off. In college, I didn't wear gloves while dyeing. The gloves never fit properly and how do you untie a knot with gloves on? Plus, the colour faded after about a week.
I know it is beneficial for me to take care of my hands. I depend on my hands for everything I do. I don't feel that I take them for granted, but I don't really take care of my hands. I never get a manicure, I don't do hand scrubs or deep soaks. I rarely even moisturize them. Maybe deep down I like having gnarly hands?
