What's Wrong With Your Hands?

I'm in the end stages of the henna on the palms of my hands fading.  The tops of my hands and wrists have already scrubbed off.  The bottom of my hands looks like either (a) I've developed some kind of rare skin disease, or (b) I didn't wipe my hands very well after eating a basket of buffalo wings.  I love wearing henna, but the end stages are not very pretty!  I thought it would probably fade before I got back, or at least not be very noticeable, yet here it is.  So far, I have had quite a few people at work ask me what is wrong with my hands, although some people (surprising number actually), have recognized it for what it is.  I wonder about the people who haven't said anything at all.  Do they just not notice, or do they really think there is something wrong with me, and are to polite to say anything?

I'm Back

I'm back from my month long blog hiatus.  I was traveling, to Pakistan to be specific!  I don't announce trips publicly prior to leaving because of security reasons (even though this blog is semi-anonymous, I don't want to take any chances).  We went to Karachi for two weeks for my sister in law's wedding, which was a tons-of-fun, full blown Pakistani Shaadi in all its glory.  I plan to blog it all on here once I recover.  I didn't get home until last night around midnight, and I am totally exhausted now, but forcing myself to stay awake through the jet lag to get over it more quickly.  I promise to resume my regular blogging schedule now that I am back, which means more track back over the past couple of years.