Yesterday I did my workout with gloves on. Inside. I did not take them off the entire time.
If I could play the flute or sew with gloves on I'd do that too. Instead I have to spend a few months with fingers that feel like blocks of ice and which are covered with chillblains and not complain because after all, I was the one who wanted to live in a big ol' house that we could renovate and vaguely decorate in country style.
At the time it seemed romantic.
Now it just seems cold.
At least I have these. Newly finished and very warm:
If I have one request, it's this: please, summer, come early this year. Just for me.