Why I will never be a hand model.

Yesterday was a great day to work outside... although not for my hands. I had quite the day for destroying my dear digits. It started when I snipped the tip of my finger off with the garden shears.. now it wasn't the bone or anything, but it was a good portion of the skin from the end of my finger... enough to produce a LOT of blood. And try to find a band aid in a house with a four year old who needs a band aid for every single scratch on her body.

Anyhow... after that wound who haphazardly dressed, I then got a heinous splinter exactly in the crease of my finger! See that?
I hate splinters!

Next up, I hate to rake a large portion of loam in the front yard to plant grass seed in. This made for some great blisters:

Ahh, as much as I love my spring projects, I really wish i would smarten up and put on a pair of gloves! (Yes, I do say this every year.) Today, I am going to build myself a potting table similar to this:
in hopes that if I have all my supplies close by and neat & orderly (including gloves) I may just use them... or, more likely, I will have new photos tomorrow of the damage I did to myself on aforementioned project!