Well (G)loved

I grew up in Seattle. It’s cold there. I moved to New York. It’s cold here.  As you can imagine by this time I should be well versed in the art of dressing for the arctic … and for the most part, I am. I can wear double tights with the best of them, I’ve mastered the art of the knit hat … hell, I have my own heat pack. Despite all of this, FOR THE LIFE OF ME, I hate gloves. No seriously, I hate them. I don’t know what about them it is, but even when I was little and standing neck high in snow attempting to make some sort of snowman in the tiniest of attention spans that I have, I refused to wear gloves I think it has something to do with the fact that every time I put them on my hands feel so clunky that I feel like people are staring at them.

Ok, ok we’ve thoroughly established my aversion to gloves, but I may have come across my first pair to change that. Yes, they are texting gloves, but really that’s just a bonus. They’re light weight enough that they don’t feel clunky, but thick enough to keep your hands nice and toasty. But what really got me was how soft they are; they make baby butt look like sandpaper. I can’t think of anything much better to tempt this hater into crossing over, but I’m open to suggestions.

Too good to pass? You can find them here!

Text Corinna Fabre