One day a few years ago I was riding in our "cool" '52 Ford Pickup, arm out the window, wind blowing in my hair feeling 16 again. Then another part of me was moving in the wind- my "grandmother's" arms! When did this happen, the sagging wrinkled skin arms, during the night before? Face it, Pam, 16 you're not. Or 46 or even 66. Your arms are proof, dried out, thin skinned and with movements all their own. There's only one way to hide the truth from the world and from yourself- long sleeves! Summer, Winter, Fall, spring- from 35 degrees to 104 degrees- long sleeves are the answer.
Now wait a minute, just what is the question? Are those flabby bags of "dead mice" arms still able to help tell a story, gestures and all? Yes. Are those wrinkled hands still strong enough to hold a baby, take your sweetheart's hand, write a note to a friend? Yes again. Are those wave-in-the-breeze arms still able to give friends a hug, haul in a clothesline, heft a sack of goodies at the grocery store, move the living room furniture yet another time? Yes, Yes and Yes again. Those are the questions, not the ugliness of the arms. They work. They hug. They hold. Hurrah! Those beauties are mine!