first southern california glove!

i am holed up at home feeling very under the weather. that says a great deal, considering the weather today has been excessively gloomy. i just got back from getting antibiotics (i went to the urgent care center with mom earlier to see a doctor). i feel a whole lot better now. yay, mucinex!!

oh yea, and i sent my laptop to be repaired because the hinge has started break. thus, i will be writing this blog entry from the family desktop. hope it works out alright.

now, on to the glove! this one glove gets extra special attention because 1. it happens to be the very first lonesome glove found in southern california, and 2. tony found it, not me. as you know, i do not like to take glove donations. however, i decided to accept this glove gift because tony gets really grossed out by my dirty glove obsession and it must have been very difficult for him to overcome his anxieties to pick this glove up. he also took a picture of it in the natural habitat. bonus!

the glove in question was found on the night of may 15 near the junction of avenue I and elena avenue in riviera village. it sat in tony's trunk until approximately 1 a.m. whereby it transferred into my possession. after wrapping it in paper towels, i transported it home and put it in the wash. the italian black leather glove with cashmere lining did not dry completely in the dryer, and had to sit out for several extra hours. the glove, unwilling to be rehabilitated without a fight, left a permanent stain on the porcelain in the dryer. (note the hand-shaped stain) also, during the course of sewing the glove, i broke two needles. clearly, this glove did not want to be tamed!

i decided this glove reminded me of a raven, so i made it into a bird with a toucan-type beak and big, yellow, vacant eyes. eyes you can get lost in. get lost in and forget your troubles.. yes....

what an exotic Berd!

glove drought

since moving back to los angeles, i haven't had any luck with finding gloves. this could be due to a number of factors: some people here just don't wear gloves because they're dirty hipsters, others keep better track of their gloves because goddamn! burberry gloves are expensive, or the weather is just too damn nice to be wearing gloves down here.

well, i was not shocked by the lack of lost gloves in LA, since i had been thinking about my potential for glove drought for quite some time. however, today while driving in silver lake, i thought i spotted a glove on the side of the road. Tony pulled over and screeched to a halt, and i gasped, "what are you doing?!?" in my confusion, as i thought he had lost his mind. he replied, "i'm supporting your dirty glove project!" aw, what a guy. i grabbed a napkin, jumped out of the car, and walked back up the street toward the crumpled object. sadly, it was only a lonely men's sock.

i thought about picking it up, but i'm not yet desperate enough to resort to rescuing lonely socks. maybe soon, but not yet.