Where oh where has my little glove gone

~E~

We've all lost gloves. We've all had that sinking feeling when we realize we'll have to tuck one hand in a pocket until we can get home to that extra pair of mittens. Brr. I came across this website that hopes to reunite lost gloves with their owners. It's a brilliant idea, but as I was reading the site it was a bit sad as well. The single mittens and gloves look so dejected! She also lets us know when a glove has been discovered and returned home though, so those make up for the ones that don't. It's so heartwarming. :p

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Charmingly Feisty said…
That website no longer seems to exist, sadly.
July 4, 2012 at 10:28 PM
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