I lost a glove on the way to the mounting block tonight. Every time in my life, this has meant buying a new pair of gloves, because lord know where these gloves go. They sneak somewhere in the Ether next to socks escaped from the dryer, all never to be seen again.
Except once. One time, I found the missing glove, tucked in a horse’s blanket on a stall ten down from my horse’s.
It totally made my week. But I had also already bought the replacement pair. Sigh, both those pairs are long gone as well, I should say. At what point do you throw in the towel on riding with gloves? (The answer is never).