why does shock adore her gloves so much?
((tw: mild depiction of injury to hands))
S: This is going to probably sound ridiculous, but it's for a couple things.
For starters, my -ahem- exodus to Halloween Town was no ride on a broomstick. There was no ready-made exit to the surface, and I had no real digging tools aside from a trowel that broke midway through, a couple sticks, and...well, my hands.
It's been a while since then, but my hands still haven't fully returned to a perfect appearance or feeling.
And I don't know if its from all the scarring and calluses, nerve damage, my brain sending weird signals, or a mix of all three, but touching most stuff with my bare hands feels unpleasant enough my whole body reacts sometimes. And what sucks is that it doesn't happen all the time, but it happens enough I don't even risk touching most textured stuff without them. Burlap, nylon, velcro, wool, or anything scratchy feels the worst.
And don't get me started on other people touching them. I once tried to let Sally give me a manicure for my nails, and it was a no-go. She said it was okay that I didn't like them being touched or cut, but still, even babies can get their freaking nails cut without reacting like I do! It's so embarrassing!
A while back though, when I was down to my last pair of soft silk gloves, Sally gave me a present saying it was for some holiday I never heard of called 'Totally-Not-Made-Up-Holiday-Day'
I ended up getting three new pairs of gloves, white, black, and striped, and not only were they soft and silken, they had some sort of weighting in them that makes my hands feel better than they did in my older pairs!
I've yet to find a working solution for getting my nails trimmed regularly, but in the meantime I've got both the fashion and comfort aspect covered for my hands.
Who said a girl couldn't flaunt it 'round the clock?
