Who knew the gloves had it in them?
I've been wearing the same pair of winter gloves for, oh, almost a decade now, and over the past couple of years they've started to get into rough shape. Several of the fingers started to poke through, one of the buckles had fallen off, and well, look for yourself--
You know—typical gloves after being used in the UP for a decade.
I bought a new pair several years ago when these ones started to get a little fragile, figuring that if my old gloves were deteriorated that much that I'd just wear them until they were unwearable and then switch to the new pair. But you know what?
My old gloves aren't going down without a fight.
Since I purchased the new pair the deterioration on the old pair seems to have stopped. I thought by now all of the fingers would have holes in them and the stuffing would be popping out everywhere. But I must have underestimated my old gloves. I don't know if they had some kind of survival instinct kick in, or they were weren't just as bad as I originally thought, but they're not giving up the ghost.
They're bound and determined to make it through an eleventh Upper Michigan winter. They're bound and determined to have my new pair of gloves spend their fourth winter warm & cozy in my apartment.
Those old gloves do not want to be put out to pasture.
So I'll keep using them. Maybe they'll once again last the entire winter. Maybe, like a star about to go nova, they're just shining a little brighter than usual before they explode. I have no idea; I just know that I now have another one of those strange games I play with myself to keep me sane during the six long months of a UP winter.
And don't worry. I'll keep you updated. It's the least I can do.
8-)
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