Tiny stripes

I love this mitten. I reckon I could fit into it too. I've got pretty small hands.


Stop, look and listen…

…and don't forget your gloves.

I'm perturbed by the furry fabric here. It reminds me of
Gonzo from the Muppets. I don't like to imagine him looking similarly sodden and lifeless.



Fantastic positioning by the finder. Up out of the snow. At eye level. Unconventional. Vaguely rude-looking.

Found at: Hylands Park, Chelmsford, Essex



'Hand me my leather…'

If you ever needed any convincing of one of my key life rules – never trust a man in leather gloves – I give you this:

It's as though this glove is attached to the arm of someone crouching behind the bench, and it's all ready to wrap itself around the neck of the first person who really needs a sit-down.

Anyone want to play a lyrics quiz with the title of this post? No, because no one's actually reading this blog yet.

Found at: London Bridge station, on the way to platforms 14-16.


Woollen roadkill

I know I'm breaking the rules already by posting a pair here. But look at the way they're clinging together in their time of peril and abandonment.


Feed the tree

If you choose to pick up all the lost gloves you see, you could spritz them with a little artificial snow and use them as Christmas tree decorations. Festive, ecologically sound and a conversation point for visitors. Don't say I never give you anything.

Found: Outside Tate Modern