I'm sitting here at work and I looked down and noticed just how much a mess my hands are.

Besides the calluses from playing various stringed instruments, I have numerous scratches and parrot wounds and as fast as some of them heal, somebody replaces them with new ones. My mom's always been particular about her hands and keeps her nails nice and all that, and I'm a tomboy and a musician and hands are for using, not decorating, so I guess it all works out.

One cannot be fussy about one's hands when one spends hours every day being a parrot perch.