What would I do with 32 pairs of size 6.5 to 7 ladies gloves (a size too small for me), in various colors? I haven't worn gloves since my mother put them on me for Easter in 1968 (I was three). Nevermind. They are inherently good and interesting objects. Each pair was neatly pinned with a tiny gold safety pin, pressed and cleaned. My left-bid of $10 got them for me at the auction last Sunday.
The Understudy and her friend got into them on Friday (fine, of course) and summoned me to a fashion show. I loved it and dragged the Understudy and her stylist outside for one of our periodic fashion shoots. I knew those gloves were worth the having.
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