Do all gloves go to heaven?

where oh where is my long lost glove? where oh where can it be?
don'tcha just hate it when you get home and one glove is missing? and they were new... :?

I buy a whole bunch of cheap black gloves at the dollar store (the type you can wear on either hand). This way when I lose one, I still have a pair.

That said, I think the gloves are having a fun time with the missing socks

The gloves are with the socks, teaspoons and forks. Cant ever find any of these and have to replace them frequently. Lol. But the socks are the worse. I dont care if I pin them together and throw them in the wash, one is always missing when I take the clothes out of the dryer.

whenever i need socks, i take them from someone else's drier

I've found that my EMS gloves never get lost if they're linked together! I'm always nerdy about clicking that little clasp together when I'm not wearing them.

And there is no glove heaven. Only glove hell.

i need to make those crochet rope things that you run through the back of your jacket and sew the gloves onto. the ones children have. because i go through more gloves that is humanly possible.

(socks, too. )

Would you wear clips to attach your gloves to your sleeve?

If you would wear them, I'll try to pick up a pair the next time I visit a ski shop (not real soon, but before the winter's over).

Brooklyn Potter... No kidding that rope in the jacket thing is totally brilliant. Anyone want me to crochet them a rope.. I can do it in 10 minutes. A great solution. Probably, I will just continue to buy cheap gloves and lose them. The outside vendor off corner of 5th and 9th street had great thinsulate gloves for $5.. I am a good customer.

veets, i've been meaning to do that for ages.

I was just looking in the lost & found bins at PS 321.

It is glove heaven, it is where gloves go to die

It is also the place where lice go to pollinate.

buy new gloves.

Glove Heaven?


Typical bachelor that I am, my apartment is a perpetual mess. Make that Mess with a capital M.

A couple of years ago, I decided it was time to clean up the caca clutter. And away it all went: 8 plastic bags with two boxes full of garbage, and a couple of brown bags full of useless stuff. It was very diificult to part with it all.

But there was one thing I couldn't part with - and you guys who grew up on the streets and sandlots of Brooklyn know what it was: my old baseball glove!

I put it in my hand and thoughts of long ago came back - playing with Willie Randolph at Jefferson Sandfield, the softball games, hardball, baseball, stickball, fungo, one old cat, two old cat. Oh the memories!

No, I just couldn't part with my glove.

Actually, it was a mitt. My other glove was a pitcher's model. Somehow, I lost it and never found it again. The name Hill was on its side as the glove was given to me from my uncle Gil (pronounced 'heel' in Español). He was one of the top left handed pitchers in the Spanish Harlem softball league but retired early. Just like my dad who was a semi-pro pitcher in Puerto Rico many years ago. While I never found that glove, I have always wondered if indeed, there is a glove Heaven for something like that.

Playing those sports remain a treasured part of my life.

Oh, the memories!