A Portrait of Grandma's Hands – Brooklyn Tweed

My grandma’s hands were tough and small with deep, dark brown life lines. Many of my memories of grandma are from the ways she used her hands: to garden, to cook for the family, to shoo off the dogs, to tell a story, to fill out crossword puzzles, and to knit.

I'm only 28 but my hands look like they belong to a grandma

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I'm only 28 but my hands look like they belong to a grandma

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I'm only 28 but my hands look like they belong to a grandma