Gloves are like underwear. Everybody has preferences. This brand or that. The material. The fit. The fashion.
There are now so many different kinds of gloves. Gloves for work. Gloves for driving. Gloves for skiing, boating, motorcycles, bikes. Gloves that keep you warm and gloves that breath in summer. Rubber gloves. Cotton gloves. Yadda, yadda yadda.
Gloves also must not restrict, again, much like underwear. Gloves protect your hands but shouldn't limit movement. A carpenter needs to be able to maneuver tools, drive nails and handle parts and pieces while offering protection in winter and warmth.
And sometimes gloves are merely intended to be a fashion statement. I don't have any of those gloves, but they, for sure, exist.
The glove in today's accompanying photo suggested a story. Upon close examination, it appeared to me that the hand that wore this glove did some hard work. I'd suspect a working boat person's hand.
Part of the reason I suggest this is because it reminded me of a long ago experience with Charlie Begin.
A friend of ours from "The Big City" wanted desperately to see how lobstering worked. Charlie was a friend and I knew he would give up a good show and then some. We weren't disappointed.
During our time on the water I noticed Charlie rubbed a gloved hand on the exhaust stack that ran up through the center of his boat. The glove would hiss a bit releasing steam and warming. But Charlie was careful not to keep his glove hand on the stack too long---- sort of a caress if you know what I mean. He did however, make it very clear that the pipe was hot and should not be touched.
The boat rocked during a swell and our friend from "The Big City" grabbed the exhaust pipe to keep from falling. His bare hand sizzled.