Cold Hands, Warm Heart

Hello. I've started a new blog. It's about lost gloves and is, therefore, fairly seasonal. I'm not sure what I'll do in the summer months, but let's ride this crazy train together and see what happens. I really wanted to call the new blog Cold Hands, Warm Heart, but someone had bagged that URL already. There are no truly original ideas. So instead, the title is a tribute to Neil Diamond, but I'm sure you knew that already. Ten Storey Glove Song didn't quite make the cut, but it's still a good song. (So is Cold Hands, Warm Heart, by the way.)

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.


  1. Marvellous to see you following a theme; I'm missing the Strictly reportage! There's a nice, anorakky (I kid you not) glove lying in the gutter outside my house, just in case you ever run short of photos. Actually, it could even be a mitten. Despite it being laid nicely on next door's windowsill, its owner never returned.

  2. Hello Trashsparkle. I'd love it if you'd send me a picture of it! You can email it to me by clicking on the blue link that says 'here' in the section called 'Give me some gloving' (I'm already regretting that pun) on the top right of the blog. And tell me where (e.g. the town, not necessarily the street if you don't want to) and when you found it. x

  3. Love it! In the summer you could focus on single shoes....

    *pops open bubbly and drinks toast to celebrate the new blog*

    Ali x