My good friend and colleague’s father lost one of his arms as a child. My friend, living in Philadelphia and New York always picks up and keeps any left-hand gloves and mittens she finds throughout her travels and wanderings. She then gives them to her father for Christmas each year because he hates buying a pair when he only needs one. Your post made me chuckle and I thought – this just would never do for Rebecca!
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It reminds me of a something I heard the stand-up comic Lee Evans say, about how once a fence is built the builders will place a single glove on it to mark it as complete. Hee hee!
I lost a pair last winter – knit with my first hand dyed wool! I was on a train so my darling husband ‘phoned every lost property office on the line to enquire after them – to no avail. I sometimes think of them still – I hope they went to a grateful home!
I once intentionally spent 2 weeks trying really hard to lose a pair of mittens, but they kept finding their way back to me. As I hope these gloves do too! (not to me, obviously, but to their rightful owner)
I once heard a lecture with an artist that had collected single lost gloves and mittens for several years. He said that he found it very difficult to leave them, if he found a pair (as he was only “allowed” to collect single ones). His dad had once forgot one of his gloves in the artist’s apartment, and never got it back.
Candice beat me to it with the suggestion of a string! I would rather lose the pair than just one – I once lost an earring and didin’t know what to do with the remaining one. I was sure that if I threw it out, I would immediately find the missing one!
I don’t know if it’s just in Australia, but streetlore here is that a pair of shoes hanging from a powerline indicates that drugs are sold from the house closest to the shoes. Are you sure your convenience store is only selling bread and milk? ;)
KDD & Co 
My good friend and colleague’s father lost one of his arms as a child. My friend, living in Philadelphia and New York always picks up and keeps any left-hand gloves and mittens she finds throughout her travels and wanderings. She then gives them to her father for Christmas each year because he hates buying a pair when he only needs one. Your post made me chuckle and I thought – this just would never do for Rebecca!
:)
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Oh, there they are!!
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Looks like Nargle activity…
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Cold hands, warm heart ;o)
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Not mine!!
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It reminds me of a something I heard the stand-up comic Lee Evans say, about how once a fence is built the builders will place a single glove on it to mark it as complete. Hee hee!
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I lost a pair last winter – knit with my first hand dyed wool! I was on a train so my darling husband ‘phoned every lost property office on the line to enquire after them – to no avail. I sometimes think of them still – I hope they went to a grateful home!
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I once intentionally spent 2 weeks trying really hard to lose a pair of mittens, but they kept finding their way back to me. As I hope these gloves do too! (not to me, obviously, but to their rightful owner)
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At least they are lost together- that might just be an adventure
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Maybe they were “just” forgotten!
I hope they find their way home.
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I once heard a lecture with an artist that had collected single lost gloves and mittens for several years. He said that he found it very difficult to leave them, if he found a pair (as he was only “allowed” to collect single ones). His dad had once forgot one of his gloves in the artist’s apartment, and never got it back.
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Perhaps not lost just waiting for someone in need ;)
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Perhaps they’re an art installation. Notice how the green stripes work against the foliage. . .
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At least they’re lost together.
I sound like a Blue Rodeo song. :)
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Candice beat me to it with the suggestion of a string! I would rather lose the pair than just one – I once lost an earring and didin’t know what to do with the remaining one. I was sure that if I threw it out, I would immediately find the missing one!
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Maybe one glove “find” a couple, like in Plato’s Symposium:)
Once I’d lost earing.
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Oh, my! Someone needs to learn of the joy of a mitten string for her gloves.
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oh no! That’s like seeing a dog wandering down the street alone. Poor lost gloves!
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no gloves but behind a convenience store I stop at frequently there are a pair of boots hanging on the fence in a similar way
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I don’t know if it’s just in Australia, but streetlore here is that a pair of shoes hanging from a powerline indicates that drugs are sold from the house closest to the shoes. Are you sure your convenience store is only selling bread and milk? ;)
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In UK too. Recently pair of boxing gloves on hedge at edge of estate…told they are gang invite to fight
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Hope they get home soon…from someone who sometimes wears odd ones
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..and I panicked when I read lost… fearing for..the fabulous Bruce
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‘Funny, I had the same thought as Anne…so glad they’re still together…perhaps a point of view peculiar to knitters?
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Must have fallen out of a pocket – together – I’m so glad they are together – hopefully the owner goes the same way daily and will find them.
Good luck little gloves !
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Aw, I hope someone comes back for them. It must have been tempting to take them home if you find a pair. One glove is never any use, but a pair….
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Hooray! That’s so much nicer than just losing one.
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spontaneous combustion?
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