Glove Fetishist

Because a Lady can never have too many pairs of gloves.

I grew up being told I had beautiful hands. At fourteen years of age I was passionate about all things Victorian, and purchased my first pair of kid gloves with buttons. I loved the feel of the skin tight leather across my knuckles, they way they framed my long fingers and elegant palms. A fetishist was born.

Today the glove closet consists of leather and patent leather, opera length, elbow length and wrist. With buttons, with beads, with zippers and without, red, black, and ivory, kid and lamb skin leather, satin, lace, vintage and modern.

By nineteen years of age I had inherited my first vintage glove collection. They all fit perfectly, my fate was sealed. I continued to seek out, acquire, and inherit with a passion.