Alicia, my friend, fellow artist, and marketing director (in that order) brought me a long-abandoned leather glove that she passed every day. It had been impaled on an iron gate since winter. And that was yesterday if you live in the Midwest!
Lost, lonely, awkwardly on view and unclaimed.
It has been transformed into a useful thing of quirky beauty now, and will live happily ever after as its own thing. No longer missing, or part of a pair.
Missing Glove Satchel