Vintage White Gloves

I came upon something I had never really seen before at the Flea Market last week. It was a pretty, deep pink satin quilted box....small. I wondered what it was used for, it was obviously from another era. It looked much too dainty and classy to be made for anything these days.  I eyed it, turned it over in my hands a few times, then opened. To my surprise, at least a dozen woman's white dress gloves fell from the box. Onto the frozen ground. I was a little startled, I thought it was empty. After all - it was simply thrown into a dirty old cardboard box with a few chipped bowls and a some ripped up magazines. They were gorgeous.

 I leapt on top of them and quickly dusted off any ice that clung to them. I bought the whole box right away. Not that I usually sell gloves or glove boxes for that matter, but I instantly saw the delicate beauty of each starched cotton, embroidered, runched and pearl laden pair.

I thought back to the days when I was made to wear them to Sunday Mass - not even a Holiday Mass, simply a Sunday. How is it we have strayed so far from dress gloves? Like hats, they have simply fallen from fashions fickle eye, apparently never to return. It seems our hands are too big to even fit into such dainty creatures anymore. But I think I'll hold onto them for awhile.....just in case.

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Dee XO