That is service. Nothing like wearing gloves from the old white glove test..or being out from the night before.
(damn, i'm old! but that's beside the point.) i remember my mama sending her gloves out, along with my daddy's suits, to be dry cleaned. they'd be picked up at the house, and then returned a few days later. anyway, i can still see her gloves inside of clear fronted bags hanging on top of my daddy's suits. damn, but those two were a hoot! thanks, sugar, for reminding me of happy times. xxoxoxo
i've got a glove that needs freshening; a love glove.
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