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BRIGHT - All-Grown-Up Ballerina Princess Gloves
It's funny what we remember from childhood. Speaking personally, the 'important' things seldom surface with the urgency of the trivial.
When a delivery of pink satin ballerina gloves arrived a number of days ago, I was jolted back 20 years to my godmother's living room in Hammersmith and particularly to the pages of a girls' magazine and a knitting pattern for a pink cardigan with four pearlescent heart buttons. A princess cardigan. I was 8; perfect princess age. My godmother said she would knit me one. Yet something happened which meant that it could not be knitted, so I never got it. And I remember the not having it part so vividly. That is the essence of memory - clutching at the unattainable. See - trivial.
These gloves have reconciled my cardigan-loss; pink, shiny, princessy and with little pink pearlescent studs, emanating princess pinkness and so at odds with my usual black get-up.
Here I am trying them on for size (I quite like the blackandwhitestripe contrast - I might be on to something). Winner.
Luckily, Christmas party season is approaching so I will be able to wear them appropriately and not just to the Starbucks down the road, where I shall explain that they are heat-resistant, medical-issue gloves. My husband will be pleased.
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