This is Day 17 of a 21-day series. More scoop on the who/what/why, here.
I knew it was bound to happen, 17 days in, the 'tater is starting to show signs of battle fatigue. So weak, she can barely pick up a camera, much less hold it steady.
This is hard work, people, getting all of this stuff up on the eBay, out to the postal scales, into the mail to you! Not to mention all the emails back and forth.
So. These are the last of the last of the Great Glove Collection of Betty Weinrott (save the few that are still in my collection, getting daily use in cooler weather). When these are gone, that's it. That other pair? Snapped up faster than you can say jack rabbit goes to town in top hat and tails.
These are truly beauties. The caramel-brown body is doeskin-soft suede, like buttah; the thumbs are a contrasting very, very dark brown. Or black. Really, hard to tell, and hardly matters. I think Gram bought them a half-size too small, because they looked brand new when I got them, and I've only worn them to try them on. If I had to guess, I'd say size 7, since I'm a 7 1/2. They're so nice, you almost just want to put them in a nice shadow box, hang them on the wall, and call it a day. Either way, lovely gloves, of a quality just not seen anymore.
Email the 'tater with an offer. No effin' around, people, I need her for another week!