Glove Story

This post may seem predicated on what I just wrote about hands, but they really aren’t meant to be connected. (This one was in the works long before I read the story on beautiful hands; I was just waiting for the weather to turn.)

But the weather is still maddeningly warm and I still want to write about gloves.

There’s something romantic about wearing gloves that extend to one’s elbow. I love the idea of a bracelet-length sleeve on a coat, with a couple of stunning cuffs.

This fall I’m seeing opera-length leather gloves in all sorts of lovely colors. My caveat (and this applies to opaque tights too) is: choose your color wisely, lest you end up resembling a Muppet.

But if you wear these beauties just right, say, with a blue-jeans edge, you’ll pull off a delightful combination of funky elegance. (I’ve ordered a pair from Prada; will report back when they arrive.)