Hands can be accessories (as in my poll about manicures/pedicures) or they can be tools, or they can be both. Mine are tools. They're small and square with stubby fingers and short fingernails that can't stay clean more than an hour or so - elegance is beyond my, er, grasp. And I do mean small - I cannot hold a roll of paper towels without discomfort.
However, they're also strong. I can open those jars that fit in my hands, I can loosen a stiff neck, I can break things. If you give me the proper knife, I can prepare any amount or size of vegetables, from huge yams to tiny cloves of garlic, and I can take a chicken down to meat and bones in fifteen minutes. I can knead bread when I choose to do so. I can fix a paper jam in a copier or printer.
I have other skills - I can sew on a button or baste a hem, and I was taught to knit and crotchet and do cross-stitch and needlepoint. I can touch-type. I can tie a scarf. I can put together a piece of furniture.
But as tools, they're coarse. I lack the control to do delicate work - I *can* do needlework, but the stitches are all different sizes and tensions, just like my handwriting. I'm good at knifework when it needs strength, but don't ask me to slice bread. I can make bread, but not pie crusts or hamentashen. My hands are covered with old burns and cuts. I can hurt someone accidentally because I squeeze too hard.
They're like the rest of me, I think - skilled in some areas, but clumsy in social interactions and doing things I don't always mean for them to do, and overpowering in places where they shouldn't be.