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May. 5th, 2012 08:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
privatepropertyThe others on duty in the kitchen always found Dahlfes amusing when it was time to clean. The vanity. The delicacy. They could say what they wanted, of course. It all made sense from their perspective; her precautions made sense from hers. She still worked just as hard as anyone else or more.
After a few weeks of watching the effect of this much use of cleaner that her skin wasn't used to -- she'd never needed to do this kind of work on this kind of scale -- it was clear she needed to wear gloves. But she refused to cut her nails differently than their finely honed points. Kri'Stak liked them just the way they were. So did she, though that was an afterthought.
Small leather modifications dealt with that, but then there were the issues of the dreadful look and feel of her hands as she took the gloves off at the end of a shift. And the water getting into the gloves...
So she'd made her own little art form of it, through trial and error. The fitted tips. The stringent powder. Then the gloves, then wrapping sealant tape in strategic places to prevent problems. Then, when it all came off at the end of the shift, it was still just the callouses from her strings, and not the swelling of contact dermatitis anymore.
One should never needlessly let one's value decline, after all.
After a few weeks of watching the effect of this much use of cleaner that her skin wasn't used to -- she'd never needed to do this kind of work on this kind of scale -- it was clear she needed to wear gloves. But she refused to cut her nails differently than their finely honed points. Kri'Stak liked them just the way they were. So did she, though that was an afterthought.
Small leather modifications dealt with that, but then there were the issues of the dreadful look and feel of her hands as she took the gloves off at the end of a shift. And the water getting into the gloves...
So she'd made her own little art form of it, through trial and error. The fitted tips. The stringent powder. Then the gloves, then wrapping sealant tape in strategic places to prevent problems. Then, when it all came off at the end of the shift, it was still just the callouses from her strings, and not the swelling of contact dermatitis anymore.
One should never needlessly let one's value decline, after all.
