By: Blonde One
By Blonde One
Little Miss Blonde once bought me a pair of Sealskinz waterproof gloves for a present. I thoroughly tested them on Dartmoor and was pleased to report back that they were warm, comfy and waterproof. They claimed to be easy to get on and off even with wet hands and I was thrilled that that was indeed the case. Unfortunately, I’m Blonde through and through, and it didn’t take long for me to lose one of them: the left one. I ordered a new pair and tried to keep it secret from Little Miss Blonde, but she found out! Blonde Two soon followed in my footsteps and lost her own glove. She too lost her left glove. Now, if the glove making and selling people were sensible and Blonde (I think that’s an oxymoron: a sensible blonde) they would sell gloves singly to those of us who do not want to spend lots of money on a pair. I’m sure Mr Shakespeare Senior would have jumped on this business opportunity!
Little Miss Blonde has just returned from a trip to the Peak district and has confessed to losing a Sealskinz glove! Guest which one?! Luckily she lost her right glove and has now got a new/old pair of gloves. The only snag is that they’re different styles, but that’s ok. She wears odd socks all the time so odd gloves shouldn’t be a problem.
I would be interested to hear if they REALLY are easy to get on when wet. In addition to the problem of extreme friction in those circumstances most gloves also seem to have a tight wrist collar which adds to the problem. I suppose I should go to a store and ask them to wet them through along with my hands and then try them, but they may be reluctant to do that.
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I can’t remember, have you (either of you) ever lived outside the UK for any length of time? To the point where you paid local taxes, knew where the plumber lived, listened to a favourite radio programme. It makes a difference. Six years in the US allowed me to see the UK more clearly, to rationalise instinctive opinions, most important – to recognise the UK’s defects. By which I don’t mean whether hills roll or not, rather how folk misbehave, how they are when they’re at their worst. To make true comparisons instead of simply having opinions.
Too late now, of course, if you didn’t. But countries are people, in the end; however pretty a landscape doesn’t assume a relationship, it can’t make you laugh, instruct you, or comfort you. People are why I went foreign although I didn’t realise it at the time. Now I’m glad I did. The really interesting thing is why I didn’t stay. But that’s another story.
I lived in New Zealand for a year, but I don’t think that really counted. It was a very good year though!
It would be far better if a bright spark could design and make gloves with a “One hand fits both” concept and then sold them as singles. A bit like Ryobi tools where one battery fits all.
Now that is a fantastic idea! We will put our Blonde heads to the problem.
It’s an odd thing – I lose walking sticks monthly, specs leap out of my hand and conceal themselves daily, keys – well it only takes an hour or two for them to vanish from wherever it was I put them last time I let myself in – but gloves? I’ve just had a count – I have an even number; more than that, I have an identical number of left ones and right ones – where am I going wrong?
That really is worrying; maybe you need to poke a few down the back of the sofa and see if you still have pairs.