My hands. My poor brittle hands. They're dying a slow death. The weather, the wind, the daily washings. It's a hard life for my hands. Wednesdays are especially hard on the hands. At the shelter I wash them even more. They're cracked and bleeding.
It seems I have spent a lifetime looking for a miracle hand cream. I've found a few good ones along the way. But by far, the best I have found, by recommendation of a fellow mother and shelter worker, is the Body's Shop's Hemp Hand Protector. I started using it in the fall.
It. Really. Is. Amazing.
After using it for a day or two, it literally felt like I had grown a new healthy layer of skin on my hands. They were transformed from dry, cracked and bleeding hands to the soft skin of a baby's bottom.
I ran out a few weeks ago. Which is why I am back to bleeding knuckles. But after I put Stinx to bed tonight, and gave Dad the monitor, I drove quickly to the mall and bought another tube. I will not, can not, live without this precious hand lotion.