Friday, September 7, 2007
I haven’t worn gloves for years. I prefer to stuff my hands in my pockets and complain about the cold weather. But when I found these woolly fingerless gloves in Bergen, Norway, this summer, I was in love.
Then, two days ago, I was on Madison Avenue and walked by Sermoneta Gloves. The brightly colored gloves in the window lured me inside, where I was entranced by the ladies who tell you your size just by glancing at your hands and the cushioned counters (so you can rest your elbow on the counter while one of the ladies pulls a glove over your hand). I was unable to resist a pair of soft, elbow-length, yellow gloves. I was very pleased until I took a picture of them:
For lolcats fans, here’s the lolcats version of my gloves: