As I described my annual new Easter outfit in one yesterday’s posts — new dress, patent leather shoes and thin white socks, pink topper and straw hat with black band and elastic under my chin — friend and regular reader Bev wrote to remind me of the missing item: white gloves. OF COURSE. How could I have forgotten the white gloves? We wore them to church every Sunday, and I got a new gleaming white pair every Easter.
I haven’t worn white gloves since my days at the College of St. Elizabeth, when I still went to Sunday mass and white gloves were expected.
I don’t own a pair now, and don’t miss them.