After a year of trial and error, many fabric purchases, many thread experiments, and learning how to sew again, SUCCESS!!!
My arms are PRISTINE.
I work as a cat groomer, and yet . . . not a single scratch, not even the long-ago reminder of a scratch.
Not only that, we’re talking about the skin of an, ahem!, “mature” person.
My skin is as delicate as paper, I kid you not. When I used to get scratched, not only would I bleed like a samurai warrior on the battlefield, but the skin around the scratch would puff up like a giant pillow. Weird, right? A normal person would decide to quit grooming cats. Who said normal is good? Not me!
Instead of quitting, I sewed up what I believe is a incredibly useful accessory.
Are you a dog groomer?
A cat groomer?
A parent of a child with sharp teeth, heh heh?
A caretaker for someone with dementia?
Or simply someone who likes to be prepared for flying scissors? You never know!