Our wonderful hands ~

I often look at my hands and see my mama's hands...

And lately, mine have been aching terribly!!!

I guess after you hit fifty and are still a crazy girl like me

and love using your hands every day,

it's a given.

We've had a good many soap orders lately and being the perfectionist I am,

I've worked tirelessly on making sure they are beautiful!

You have to release them from our custom mold then

gently clean the excess soap from each one with a tiny paring knife...

making sure you don't ruin the beautiful egg shape.

We've created over 200 egg soaps in the last few days and

filled many orders! I'm so very thankful...

I even squeezed in a little time to create a new

business card for General Store Soap too!

Please take a look at our soap Etsy store if you have a moment....

just to see all that we have!

We are so blessed with our two hands
we use them to help others, our precious family,
to cook, clean, caress, wash, massage, fold and
even to make beautiful things.
And I am always, always

so thankful for the use of mine ~

I hope you have a great Tuesday sweet friends!

hugs and love,

Dawn

A few special thoughts to share ~

HER HANDS...

Her hands held me gently from the day 

I took my first breath.

Her hands helped to guide me 

as I took my first step.

Her hands held me close when the tears 

would start to fall.

Her hands were quick to show me 

that she would take care of it all.

Her hands were there to brush my hair, 

or straighten a wayward bow.

Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts 

that didn't always show.

Her hands helped hold the stars in place, 

and encouraged me to reach.

Her hands would clap and cheer

and praise when I captured them at length.

Her hands would also push me,

though not down or in harms way.

Her hands would punctuate the words, 

just do what I say.

Her hands sometimes had to discipline, 

to help bend this young tree.

Her hands would shape and mold me 

into all she knew I could be.

Her hands are now twisting with age 

and years of work,

Her hand now needs my gentle touch 

to rub away the hurt.

Her hands are more beautiful 

than anything can be.

Her hands are the reason I am me.

© Maggie Pittman

Wishing you a beautiful Tuesday my sweet friends,

hugs and love,

Dawn