A Tiny Little Vent

Every year it happens: I lose a glove in January. Worse yet, I never learn from experience--or maybe I just optimistically hope that this will be the year I make it through the winter with my gloves intact. This fall, I bought a nice pair of leather gloves at a store's going out of business sale. Sure enough, last week I lost one of my beloved gloves somewhere between here and Chicago. I don't want to point fingers (with it being so cold and all), but my guess is that the culprit is about 30 inches tall and likes to go around clapping with oversized gloves on his hands.

So I decided that I'd spend some of my precious clothing budget on a replacement pair. When I went to Target, though, I was horrified. If I'd wanted a bikini or a pair of flip-flops, I would have been all set. They had half a clearance rack of leopard print or olive-green leather gloves, and none of them fit. Other than that, nothing.

I'm sorry, but it's JANUARY. It's not like we had a freak snowstorm in April and I'm suddenly looking for gloves. It's WINTER. This is the time that people wear gloves. Why do stores think I'm about to head out to the beach? Are that many people really in the market for a bikini at the moment?

Note to self: Next year, buy two pairs of gloves in August.

Photo by Dev Null on flickr.com.