dry.

November 30, 2015

“why don’t you get out of that wet coat and into a dry martini?”// r. benchley

it’s a literal wonder i’m able to type this without feeling any nettle.

there comes a time, no matter the creams, the balms, or lotions i slather; the gloves – both rubber and leather, worn to protect from scalding water or frosty air, there comes that moment when my hands stop whatever it was they were doing, and instead decide that that’s the day that knuckles will crack, cuticles will become a prickly nuisance and bound to be ripped off in a bout of aggravation. then, for the next four/five/six months that it will take to get to the other side of winter, my hands will be the very definition of fighting a losing battle.

this does not stop me of course, from continuing on with the effort.

though, a warning: don’t trust me with setting any tables, handling glasses of water, cups of coffee, anything slick at all – my hands are perilous with shea, coconut, and avocado.

davines laurenb tatcha

handchemistry

➝ source : OI hand balm via davines

➝ source : nail & cuticle balm via lauren b.

➝ source : soothing silk hand cream via tatcha

➝ source : intense youth complex via hand chemistry

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