This is a poignant story sent to me this week about gloves, of course. This has nothing to do with the children’s white gloves which we sell but it just goes to show you how a 46 year old pair of children’s gloves can bring back to memory one of the most iconic images of the twentieth century.
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It makes me wonder where the thousands of children’s gloves we sell each year end up. I only hope they serve for a more jovial function.