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As a reward for completing my first novel of 2022 (and for surviving my booster shot) I invested in the little silver thimble on the left. It's probably not very old, but it has four pretty little light green gems around the base, and beautiful metalwork. For comparison the thimble on the right is my working thimble, but it's a bit snug. The new one is perfect.

Backstory: a drunken adult slammed a car door on my non-dominant hand when I was a little girl; as a result the middle finger on that hand became a bit distorted in shape. Because of damage from multiple tumor surgeries I later lost the use of my dominant hand, and trained myself to use the one that was slammed. Finding a rigid thimble that even fits over the end of my deformed finger is always a challenge, so I was very happy to discover this one is perfect for me.

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nightsmusic said…
I remember you talking about your hand before. I've always been sad that any of that happened, but you certainly are a survivor. As to the thimbles, I love thimbles. I've collected a few over the years. The new one is really pretty. I still like the old one too though :)
March 8, 2022 at 4:17 AM
Maria Zannini said…
We find a way, don't we? The nuns forced me to be right handed. Back then it was taboo to be a lefty. I struggled to find a comfortable way to write, but I found a way. Unfortunately it looks like I have palsy because of the way I have to hold the pen. I also can't write for very long.

To this day, when someone teaches me something new, I have to learn it left handed first and then I understand it right handed. I found this out when my neighbor tried to teach me to crochet.
March 9, 2022 at 4:39 AM
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