The first thing you might notice is that I've gone a bit crazy with the fonts. Sorry about that. The design possibilities on Blogger have really opened up since I started my first blog, and it's gone right to my head. And my hand. The one that clicks on things. I've chosen a snowy background as these are the kind of weather conditions when you see a lot of lost gloves lying around, but that could change at any time, depending on how soon I get bored of it.
Some gloves will be published in date order as I find them. I've had some of the pictures for ages, so I can't remember the time or place, but that doesn't mean I care for them any less. I'll post those ones gradually.
Let's start with a textbook example: the glove picked up by a well-meaning stranger and left on a wall in case the bereft owner chooses to retrace their steps.
You will notice that it is a fingerless/mitten-flap combo. I welcomed this innovation in handwear when I first came across it a couple of years ago. The maximum body-heat-generation of a mitten; then, with a flick of the wrist and a bit of fiddling about, you're able to get your keys out or swipe your Oyster card on the bus reader, fumble-free. Now, I see the loose mitten bits flapping about on myself – or someone else – and think, 'You twee, woolly bastards. Be a mitten. Be a fingerless glove. Just damn well COMMIT, will you? Stop trying to be cute.'
Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind.